You Shouldn't Be Here

by Cutting Room Floor

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"I catch my flies with honey / but bitterness looks so good on me / the kind of pretty you gotta squint to see."
--"Damage Control"

Trigger warning: sex, violence, sexual violence. Anything can be somebody's trigger, but You Shouldn't Be Here has some of the more common ones.

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released May 31, 2013

Ana MeiLi Carling: Lead vocals
Fiona Chamness: Lead vocals, guitars
Alyssa Kai: Percussion, backing vocals

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Cutting Room Floor hell, Michigan

Cutting Room Floor is a queer, feminist, genre-bending punk 3-piece based in Michigan, Massachusetts. and New York. Also sometimes described as a psychic rock band from the underworld.

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Track Name: Damage Control
Pretty thing come here I’m gonna sweet talk your ear off
when you say it’s on the house I smile and slink away
sweetheart darling honey baby sugar sweet pea
let me get it out of my system
I catch my flies with honey but bitterness looks so good on me
the kind of pretty you gotta squint to see
come here go away yeah I’ll give you a welcome to overstay
let’s talk about how small I am subwoofed against a wall
let’s talk about the noise that drums a tongue against a tied up tongue
how I don’t know the strength of my own undertow
how gravity pulls harder when you’re drunk
can’t tell what I consent to what you did or what you meant to
can’t tell who belongs under my wing
do I say how dare you or honey let me hold your hair for you
while you get it out of your system
and I own up to another bed the playing dumb the playing dead
how I’ve slipped off the hook since then
and I thought we were having fun here but who controls the damage done
when you want an inch and I give you an arm’s length
who gets to be the creep here little sister you shouldn’t be here
who commands a no man’s land where you won’t let go of my hand
who’s old enough to buy the booze whose bruises show whose shame is whose
what poison do I have to purge to unlearn unlearn unlearn unlearn
who gets to protect who from all the things we’ve seen men do
when those we can’t believe we trusted have taught us well in spite of us
when shame upon more shame’s a sunken continent too deep to name
when we can throw our weight hard as anyone
and us girls we can sweet talk all we want
we can use our hands and hips all wrong
gotta burn that bridge at both ends
the kind of ugly you gotta stare to see
honey baby sugar sweet pea
gotta get it out
Track Name: Lip Service
God damn these dirty dishes keep on piling miles high
come on boy don’t you know the revolution’s in the sink
but you just stand there saying you eat a lot for your size
did I ask you what you think?
say you’re here to help me say you’re gonna shape up
shut up boy use your hands if you’re not gonna use your head
you talk a good game but don’t know how to show up
can you tell me what I said?
you don’t make me wash your dishes you just leave ‘em round til they rot
you don’t make me do your laundry I trip over your dirty socks
you don’t make me buy you soap, you just use mine til it’s gone
you don’t make me raise you just like you didn’t make your mom
and yes we are good friends and I know you’re a nice guy
now come on over here you’re gonna mop this floor until you die
I shouldn’t have to make time for everything that you don’t notice
and every corner you cut why don’t you already know this?
I don’t want to have to tell you I don’t want to have to teach you
I’d have no home without this you’d have no home without me
but you won’t even wash the spoon I use to feed you
if you don’t care about this you don’t care about me.
I am not your mom get a fucking grip shit does not get done if you don’t do it
if you had a maid you wouldn’t notice it is not my job to clean up your shit
you keep leaving me on the back burner now I’m on fire what did you expect
you’re my friend and I fucking love you so why do I want to wring your neck
you say you’re here for me but you won’t do the work that makes it true
you’re never here and you think you have more important things to do
but there is no work more important than showing you give a shit
about the women in your life
I can’t believe I have to tell you this
Track Name: Sweet Teeth
You’ve never been a biter
but I won’t flinch if you snap back
the ladies love that tongue you keep behind your teeth
it’s sharper than a tack
but it’s not the perfect game of darts you play that keeps me coming back

there’s someone in your bed
I practice liking her inside my head
stash me in your sock drawer I won’t startle at the sounds
cause I’m a good friend
and I’ll sleep just as well on your carpet as I did in the crook of your arm
well a sugar rush is one thing
but what gets so high is hard to come down
I’d rather cook you breakfast
eggs and toast and take my sweet time on the ground
you say I’m sweet the way you’d say hey there’s something in your teeth
you can count on me to notice when your fly’s undone
cause I’m a good friend
and I know you take what makes you softer harder than a punch
I’ll let you hold my hand the way I hold my rum
not too much and never for long
not too much and never
Track Name: The No No No
You say I deserve true love forever
but you still just wanna fuck on your parents' couch
that's why I don't believe in deserving
you get what you get and that's what counts
I'm your big-eyed smart-mouthed late-night therapist
paramedic merit scholar beauty queen
buddy cop den mother dish wash punk rocker
manic panic all-organic pixie dream
fuck you I'm not getting out of my sweatpants
I'm gonna lie here all afternoon
I might have superpowers babe
but if you want me I'll be in my living room
and I'm getting used to the no no no
when the door is shut and the case is closed
and there's a sucker punch that you're suckin up
cause you just can't throw
ah shit fuckin A goddamn it's the no no no
I don't half-love half-live half-bake baby
I don't half-ass anything and that's on me
but unconditional is unconvincing
if it means I gotta work for everyone for free
I'm your A plus pay raise high five high pressure
high stakes dragon slayer running back
I'm your good work good hustle good girl good god
stop me before I have a heart attack
love me or not and that's your business
I'm gonna do what I gotta do
I made your fuckin cake already
and I'm not about to teach you how to eat it too
cause I'm getting used to the no no no
when the power's down and the trail is cold
and your lights are off but you’re putting on
your best shit show
ah shit fuckin A goddamn it's the no no no
and I'm getting used to the no no no
when your engine’s dead and your fuse is blown
and they cheer you on and you flip ‘em off
and tell them just where they can go
say no no no no no no no no no no
Track Name: Pillow Woman On a Hook
Pillow woman on a hook
pillow woman on a hook
pillow woman on a hook
then I seen him like a worm on a hook
I don’t want to be part of your world
I don’t want you to kiss the girl
you split her legs and stole her voice
I’m gonna rip it from your throat
then I’ll see him wriggle like a worm on a hook
then I’ll see him wriggle like a worm on a hook
then I’ll see him wriggle like a worm on a hook
you poor unfortunate souls
I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day
I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day
I’m a very busy and I haven’t got all
it won’t cost much, just your voice
pillow woman on a hook
pillow woman on a hook
pillow woman on a hook
then I seen him like a worm on a hook
you hurt my girls I hate your guts I wanna be a witch
if killing you would fix it I would gut you like a fish
I would gut you like a fish
I would gut you like a fish
I would gut you like a fish
I would gut you
like a fish
Track Name: Nobody Rests (in the Zombie Apocalypse)
I never said I’d give a limb for anyone
but all these cannibals they want a piece of me
I try to tell them honey you don’t want this rotten meat
it will only make you sick and leave you hungry
still they start at my fingers and they don’t stop til my chest
it’s a zombie apocalypse in my bed and I can’t get any rest
they turned you over naked in the spotlight
like a coin picked up off a sidewalk
and it turns me on to know that you are far away
that way you can’t get in the way when I fantasize about you
and there’s no way in no way out
weigh out in gold what you can’t count
you tried to swallow me whole, now you’re paying through the mouth
go away go away go away leave me alone
there is nothing left of me to eat
I am only skin and bones
Track Name: How I Got Pregnant
I read a banned book I watched the news I went to a party I didn’t wear shoes
I touched a girl I touched a nerve I touched a boy I got what I deserve
I drank the kool-aid I drank the booze I paid for dinner I paid my dues
I didn’t get married in my christening dress I thought about sex I thought about sex
my baby left my baby stayed I’m 27 I’m in seventh grade
I’m in the basement I’m on TV said I was blind but now I see
I cursed my parents I cursed the lord I fucked a ghost on the bathroom floor
I didn’t bleed I bled like hell I didn’t plant no seed I didn’t stem no cell
I was a stupid slut I had a PhD I went to third base got the third degree
my baby’s an anchor by body’s a boat my cunt’s a butler let me hang your coat
you can call me monster call me mom I birthed an army I birthed a bomb
I fell down the stairs I ran into the door don’t ask what these bruises are down here for
I’m a heap of trash, a precious pearl, Virgin Mary I’m a miracle girl
I didn’t go to church I didn’t go to church I made love second got pregnant first
I’m in the stirrups I’m center stage center fold on the opinion page
I’m radioactive I’m ready to blow they say look at you
I can see you glow
Track Name: Gaslighter
Who left the oven on
who left the house and did not smell the burning
who let her stockings run
who dropped the stitch meant to save us the mending
who poured the whiskey in your cup
said honey baby bottoms up
and who left the oven on last night
stupid bitches never shut their trap
think you need a doctor, doctor, management and supervision
don’t know why I put up with this crap
was your daddy mean or did you learn it from the television
oh oh listen to me oh oh you can trust me
oh oh come on baby why you gotta get so crazy
it’s all in your head and I thought you liked it thought you liked it
that’s not what I said and who you gonna fight with gonna fight with
this is my world these are my rules you play you lose you heard me girl
can’t you see that you’re a fucking mess
calling me a monster monster take it back and be forgiven
come on baby get it off your chest
what are you so scared of, I can take a little criticism
oh oh don’t you know me oh oh check your memory
seems a little hazy I would never do that baby
it’s all in your head and I thought you liked it thought you liked it
you’re just like a kid always causing crisis, causing crisis
I know your kind all blush no bite you drive me right out of my mind
who left the oven on
who said the trouble was all your own making
who left the latch undone
who broke the window and ran from the building
and what good is getting paranoid
it’s only a joke and boys will be boys
so who left the oven on
oh oh listen baby
who left the oven on
oh oh you can trust me
who left the oven on
oh oh come on baby
who left the oven on
you’re just going crazy
you heard me girl
you play you lose
my game my rules
I’ll burn this world
Track Name: What's Wrong With Us
Let’s talk about girls and boys again
let’s talk about jokes about sandwiches and knees
let’s get a little bit ridiculous
it used to be fun when we were little kids
I have a cunt that’s a funny word
all this stuff’s pretty funny let’s be stupid it’s funny
me and my friend we laugh so hard we
mess up our stories and we almost fall over
and what’s wrong with us laughing
we met when we were eleven
and some part of you is always eleven
and some part of you is always nineteen
and some part is always on the attack
like the part in the back of your head
that’s always screaming girls girls girls
we’re the best of friends friends friends
she played Helen Keller in the middle school play
I was her mom and we practiced
eating lunch with our eyes closed and silent
couldn’t see what we were trying to swallow
ask me why couldn’t Helen Keller drive
this man on the class trip to Washington tried
to make us let him touch our heads with a head massager
and I was like no thanks
and the teachers called to us girls girls girls
and we ran to our friends friends friends
we dressed in drag national pirate day
Captain Jack Sparrow and Will Turner
I can look a lot like Johnny Depp under certain circumstances
they put our picture real big in the yearbook
even straight girls came for a second look
the closest we got to being Ferris fucking Bueller
almost except girls girls girls
or close enough yeah friends friends friends
and she was always braver than me
or else she couldn’t stop herself
from knives and tacks to blacking out
at parties full of wild hyenas
it was there if you knew how to look for it
if you’d asked me I’d have told you it was there
wanna know why we’re so strong and laugh the hardest well I don’t care
when she told me we were eleven
I couldn’t make pictures out of the words
when she told her parents we were nineteen
I hate the things that men do
eleven in a church basement
nobody asked for specifics
and I didn’t know what to ask her
so I shut my mouth and hid her blades for years
and they called her whore in the boys’ bathroom
they’d never say those things about me
they were busy egging my garage door
I hate the things that you laugh at
let’s talk about cunt that’s a funny word
I hate the things that men do
let’s talk about knees and keeping quiet
I hate the things that you laugh at
no captain going to turn up
I hate the things that men do
so blind and deaf in the capitol
I hate the things that you laugh at
let’s talk about girls girls gi-i-i-
I hate the things that men do
we mix up our stories I almost fall over some part of you
let’s talk about girls and boys again let’s get a little bit ridiculous
used to be fun when we were little kids the things we tangle up
Track Name: The Gremlin Dead
Once upon a time
Jack came out of his house
and he found the gremlin all stinky because he was dead
so then, the end.