In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Have this one
Da, dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da-da-da
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Rise)
Half-alive and stark-raving free and maligned
For 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 their 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)
Da, dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da-da-da
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Rise)
Half-alive and stark-raving free and maligned
For 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 their 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)
Lyrics submitted by Farhadirani, edited by AdamArtz, mggt, sinrise, Tundra1234
Custer Lyrics as written by James Root Corey Taylor
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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"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 up Don't waste my fucking time Don't waste my fucking time"
This bit seems to be about Custer's bravery and impulsiveness. For example, before the battle he was told to wait for backup, but he ignored that and attacked.
"Because anything exceptional Gets crushed by governed people With jealousy and ignorance And all that coven equals This one, it isn't special Collections made of clay"
I think that this part is about how Custer believed that the particular village he's attacking isn't special or significant and that the Indians will end up dead anyway, so he attacked.
"I'm waiting for the punishment I know it’s on my way"
The Sioux were known for mutilating and desecrating bodies. Custer knew that he was surrounded, and that the Indian warriors were going to slaughter him and his army and do that to his corpse.
"Cut, cut, cut me up and Fuck, fuck, fuck me up"
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"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"
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I have no idea what this section is about . . . nor does the guy from reddit who I sourced some of this from
"With angel eyes and demon seeds You're missing what you really need."
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"When all is said and done, you see The last man standing gets no pity"
These bit seems to be about how the Americans will hunt down every last Indian down once the battle is over without pity.
Sourced from reddit.com/r/Slipknot/comments/2ivx0z/the_meaning_of_custer/ and my own analysis of the song.
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Lyric correction....
How about this one ,tata tata tatatata TATA TATA TATATATA
RISE
Half alive and stark raving free and misaligned for 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 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 angel eyes and demon seeds You're missing what you really need When all is said and done, you 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
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