Otto & the Organisms - Guillotines Lyrics

If a death threat a day makes us say to ourselves
What a wonderful chance to get up off the shelf
And think about ways to move onto better days

If we know who steps on the little hands
And know that it's a part of the plan
If it makes us cry to watch them cheer it's rise

Shouting something, saying something
Making something out of nothing
Cheating their way to the top

Turning us against each other
Make a brother kill another
Bleed us all out 'til we drop

If we think that it'll never turn around
We'll chop the crop from the top and put it in the ground
With a guillotine and a crowd crowded around

Then it's Public Safety Committees and terror in the city
'Cause that's the only way to release the shitty grip
Just a forecast, not a resolution

'Cause if homicide is painless, too
Then suicide just won't do
Just a forecast, not a resolution

That's not a way to live
Weeds can beg, but gravity don't give a shit