No Cuts

I won’t let the bastards cut me
Not to save my life
I could die on the streets
at the end of a muggers knife
But I won’t let the bastards cut me
If the cancer grows
from my head to my toes
I won’t let the bastards cut me
I could be torn apart
by a wild boar
or dissected by a jealous whore
but I won’t let the bastards cut me
Not to save
or stupidly waste
 my life