This is television, late night television, scripted with precision A corner store pulp fiction sits where your heart isn't And with your eyes so green, and your pinkish theme You made an old friend seem rather dead to me Alas, the weapon sex can be Your body is a weapon and you're afraid it could get out A friend of the devil and you're afraid it could get out Don't say i don't cut when i do, i do, i do Don't say i'm lying when i'm true, i'm true, i'm true The razor You rub of suspicious, so vile and aniscious, with a heart so vicious And dare you ask what this is, this is so delicious To eat the best of you like the others do We take your pride from you The drive-in, the embassy, the jets, it's all the same to me Your body is a weapon and you're afraid it could get out A friend of the devil and you're afraid it could get out Don't say i don't cut when i do, i do, i do Don't say i'm lying when i'm true, i'm true, i'm true The razor (the razor) Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do So many suitors, i don't even have a suit to wear So many influential fingers running through your hair I am the razor in the hands of your heart And i am the razor in the hands of god Don't say i don't cut when i do, i do, i do (i do, i do) Don't say i'm lying when i'm true, i'm true, i'm true (i do,i do) The razor (the razor) Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do (the razor) Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do (the razor) Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do