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​Opposable Thumbs

This song is by Cursed and appears on the album I (2003).

Hand over mouth
Whites of the eyes
These scars will heal just in time for summer
For killing season
When your old man gets home to criminal disarray you tell him icarus was here today
Whatever gets you through the night
I never said that this was right
For everything you never said, for everything you never did
No roses on an unmade bed
I never said that any of this was safe and clean
When your old man gets home tell him sisyphus was right
The myth is real
You get to the top
The rock falls down the other side
Again and again
And it's all for naught
These scars will heal but we never will... so what separates us from animals again? whites of the eyes
Its in the whites of the eyes
Hand over mouth
Whites of the eyes
These scars will heal and your just in time
Just in time
Just in time for killing season