Cutting Face - Pigface

An open mind imagination knows no bounds

Think it out in cheap and twisted times

Double trouble, you’re raisin' the flag again

Careful, give that cry

What matters now, is not who’ll take the blame

Station to directionless is full of the game

Right now, oh where do we begin

When all roads lead to sin?

There’s a neck wrenchin' like a space

At the cutting face

When you crawl so low that you can’t get back

You take a gamble, you figure every angle

You’ve gotta top tip bop

You find yourself a tight fit

There’s a neck wrenchin' like a space

At the cutting face

When you crawl so low that you’ve gotta get back

It’s more techno splatter, wake a few fools

I’ll go out tonight and maybe break a few rules

There’s a neck wrenchin' like a space

Mayhem ninjas, guns and gore

I’ll go out tonight and maybe score a bit more

A crabby Tuesday, I call it every blues

Techno splatter, wake a few fools

Can’t get next to you

I just wanna hold you

Havin' it, havin' it… I'm not having it

No way

None of it

Not at all

There’s a neck wrenchin' like a space

At the cutting face

When the light at the end of the tunnel

Is an oncoming train