song by Mexico City Blondes
First Cut lyrics

Cunning are the blind ones
Channels for the rhyme
Visions of perfection
Between the lines
Weighters on my shoulders
Pennies in my mouth
I've borrowed from my good days
In a lonely house

Waiting on a misstep
Look to make my move
Hanging in the balance
For something to prove

With a tongue that sharp
I could cut you right out of my heart
With a mouth that smart
First cut is the hardest part

Paint it in a picture
Cast it in blue light
Cut it from your matter
Let win the quitters win the fight
Sweeping up the silence
When the verbal war was done
Underneath the rug now
It's the art of running from

Waiting on a misstep
Look to make my move
Hanging in the balance
For something to prove

With a tongue that sharp
I could cut you right out of my heart
With a mouth that smart
Cut you down part by part

You're chasing dimes across the floor
Somehow they mean so much more
Can anybody know
Why we're nose to nose in the snow

With a tongue that sharp
I could cut you right out of my heart
With a mouth that smart
Cut you down part by part

With a tongue that sharp
I could cut you right out of my heart
With a mouth that smart
First cut is the hardest part