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Lyrics
Have this oneDat-dat-da, dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da-da-da
Dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da-da-da
(Yeah)
(Rise)
Half alive and stark-raving free and maligned
Encroaching on the purpose of this commercial-free interruption
Due to the prolific nature of this statement
Listener aggression is advised
It’s strange, whenever I see a gun
I think about just how petty you are
And it blows my fucking mind
Yeah, it blows my fucking mind
These days, I never seem to get enough
I’m tired of this shit, I want to go home
Don’t waste my fucking time
Don’t waste my fucking time
Because anything exceptional
Gets crushed by common people
With jealousy and ignorance
And all that common evils
This planet isn’t special
Collections made of clay
I’m waiting for the punishment
I know is on my way
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
Irreverence is my disease
It’s secondhand, but you know me
The son of a bitch is on his knees
The last man standing gets no pity
Somewhere on a toilet wall
I read the words ‘You form a line
To Formalize the Former Lies
And I finally saw the truth
Something so profound and it was sitting there
Surrounded by the garbage and the stains
Another victim of the refuse
Now I’ve been saying this for years
But you don’t comprehend it
I fight hell and I fight fear
Because I understand it
Androgyny and insults
You try so hard to be difficult
You want to win the war?
Know what you’re fighting for
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
Irreverence is my disease
It’s secondhand, but you know me
The son of a bitch is on his knees
The last man standing gets no pity
With the angel eyes and demon seeds
You’re missing what you really need
When all is said and done, you’ll see
The last man standing gets no pity
(No pity)
(No pity)
(No pity)
(No pity)
(No pity)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
(Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up)
Slipknot’s hard-hitting ‘Custer’ is not just a cacophonous symphony; it’s a seething commentary on the anarchy of the spirit grappling with the confines of societal norms. Dissecting it goes beyond the abrasive surface, requiring a listen that tunes in to the raw frustration and defiant cries that Slipknot is revered for.
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The Unseen Battle Cry of Generation Y
As ‘Custer’ pounds through its opening salvos, it’s evident that Slipknot isn’t merely aiming to outrage or unsettle; they’re voicing a generation’s battle cry against apathy. The track serves as an anthem for those half alive and stark-raving – not with madness, but keen awareness. The ‘commercial-free interruption’ symbolizes a break from the manicured reality we’re sold, diving headfirst into the gritty truth.
Encroachment on purpose can feel like a modern-day pandemic, with every move scrutinized under the weight of societal expectation. ‘Custer’ invites its listeners to embrace their aggression, warning them that the truth it conveys isn’t for the faint-hearted or those easily lulled by the hum of normality.
An Explosive Refutation of Mundane Conformity
‘Custer’s lyrics are a relentless tirade against the crushing weight of conformity. When frontman Corey Taylor spits out his disdain for common evils like jealousy and ignorance, he’s not just rebelling against social norms but also against the internalized constraint that bids us fit in. The song insists that anything exceptional is often trampled upon by the toxic herd mentality prevalent in society.
The band thrashes against the mediocrity of ‘collections made of clay,’ a stark metaphor for the meaningless accumulation of material possessions and status symbols that define much of modern life. Taylor’s recognition of impending punishment is not just fatalistic acceptance but a realization that standing out usually invites retribution.
Irreverence as Disease and Deliverance
Irreverence is oft painted as a societal ill, but in ‘Custer,’ it’s both a sickness and a cure. Slipknot weaponizes irreverence, making it a clarion call to challenge authority and dogma. The defiance is almost palpable as Taylor growls about irreverence being his disease, suggesting that while this trait might ostracize him, it also liberates him from the shackles of blind obedience.
This irreverence is not just a personal trademark but a secondhand smoke of sorts, polluting the air with the spirit of rebellion and inviting others to take up the torch. The song champions the underdog, the ‘last man standing’ who, though bereft of pity, retains his autonomy.
Graffiti Revelation: The Wall of Personal Epiphanies
Perhaps one of the most striking moments in ‘Custer’ is the graffiti-scrawled revelation that forces the protagonist—and listener—to confront an inconvenient truth. Surrounded by waste, a stark epiphany is liberated from the shackles of societal lies. The ‘toilet wall’ becomes a canvas for ungoverned thought, suggesting that real wisdom often lurks in the most overlooked places.
Taylor’s revelation isn’t just about grasping the truth but also about the frustration that comes when those around you remain oblivious. He vents about the years spent preaching to deaf ears, fighting back against the ‘refuse’ of a reality tainted by ignorance and conformity.
Memorable Lines That Etch Themselves Into Our Conscious
The chorus of ‘Custer’ drills into the psyche with its visceral repetition of ‘Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up.’ It’s both a violent incantation and a masochistic discharge that symbolizes the self-destructive nature of sticking to one’s guns in a society that values uniformity. The act of cutting and being messed up metamorphoses into a cathartic release, shedding layers of imposed identity to reveal the rawness underneath.
In these lines, Slipknot isn’t just providing a soundtrack for the disaffected; they’re encapsulating a feeling many harbor but seldom express—a mixture of rage, frustration, and a fierce desire to be undiluted by external pressures. These words ripple through ‘Custer,’ echoing a sentiment that resonates with anyone who’s felt the sting of being silenced or homogenized.
