Drunk cuts are cuts That you get on your hands When you are all inebriated They go unnoticed Until the next morning When intoxication's abated You might have tripped up some stairs Or taken a spill Or tried to open bottles you thought were twist-off Or broken some glass Or bitten a hangnail Or punched a door because you were pissed off Drunk cuts... Drunk cuts are cuts You also get on your legs If you've fallen down and scraped up a knee Or you might get drunk cuts If you fall off the hood Of the car on which you were taking a pee Or your flesh might get seared With demonic messages That happens sometimes when you're possessed And you might nick yourself While you're stabbing a cocktease Some thirty-seven times in the chest Drunk cuts...