Nor Dust
It’s the way that you lie
It’s the way that you live
It’s the way that you judge
It’s the gift that you give
It’s the life that you seek
It’s the home that you miss
It’s the jokes that you tell
And it’s got you so pissed
So tell it to me slow
Can’t cut it
Can’t cut this mid-speed city life
Can’t cut it
No matter how you do, it ain’t right
It’s the way that you hate
It’s the way you despise
It’s the way you mislead
It’s the way you’re unwise
It’s the falsehoods you spread
It’s the food that you eat
It’s the hobbies you tend
It’s the word on the street
So tell it to me slow
Can’t cut it
Can’t cut this mid-speed city life
Can’t cut it
No matter how you do, it ain’t right
It’s a justice in honor
It’s a freedom in life
It’s a glory in loving
It’s a value in right
It’s the way that you thrive
In dollar-masked lust
Yet are worth little more
Than ashes or dust
