this is television
late nite television
scripted with precision
a corner store pulp fiction
sits where your heart isn't
but with your eyes so green
and your pinkish theme
you've made an old friend seem
rather dead to me
alas the weapon sex can be

your body's a weapon
and you're afraid it could get out
a friend of the devil
and you're afraid it could get out

dont say i don't cut when
i do, i do, i do (i do, i do)
dont say im lying when
im true, im true, im true (i do, i do)
the razor

you were all suspicious
so vile and omnicious
with a heart so vicious
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
driving the embassy
the chance is all the same to me

your body's a weapon
and you're afraid it could get out
a friend of the devil
and you're afraid it could get out

dont say i don't cut when
i do, i do, i do (i do, i do)
dont say im 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 its 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