Casualties of the Times: Cut Your Teeth

Cut Your Teeth


A man of principle once told me
That all principles must die
By a hand of humanity
And not the paper weight of time

Said throw him to the wolves
Throw him to the wolves
Throw him to the wolves…
Cut your teeth
Cut your teeth
Cut your teeth
Cut your teeth

Oh, this slipping through our fingers
This feeling of borrowed, we pine
Alien, our souls disfigured
Mere casualties of the times

Said throw him to the wolves
Throw him to the wolves
Throw him to the wolves…
Cut your teeth
Cut your teeth
Cut your teeth
Cut your teeth


March 16, 2008