Lyrics:
around
All the stupid shit you do
Justified in every word you say
Until a lie becomes the truth
Your cruel reaction took a switchblade knife
And cut our
time
And he knew what he needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill and survive
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife
Nasty word,
about the whinin' and the cryin' and the shooting and the dying
And the fellow with a switchblade knife
Let's think about living
Let's think about
about the whinin' and the cryin' and the shooting and the dying
And the fellow with a switchblade knife
Let's think about living
Let's think about
skirted thigh.
I clipped it quick with a flick of the switchblade knife.
Of the switchblade knife
Of the switchblade knife
That rose was so far in her
about the whinin' and the cryin'
And the shooting and the dying
And the fellow with a switchblade knife
Let's think about living (Let's think about
a switchblade knife
Lord I didn't know that Fraulein was his wife
I took off through that Gasthaus like a fool behind me I heard the crashing stools
(As
as a switchblade knife
I'll be pushing it to the limit, baby
Till I get to the sweet Southside
Baby, what a ride
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall
And the shooting and the dying
And the fellow with a switchblade knife
Let's think about living
Let's think about life
We lost old Marty Robbins
Down in old
[Chorus]
I sell my soul to the devil for a .
45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife.
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life,
but it's
test
Coker stirred my whiskey with a switchblade knife
And wiped the blade on my shirt and asked if i wanted to take it
Outside and I guess i did
Being
paranoia high
I walk around
With a switchblade knife
Game multiply and my trauma ties
My heartbeat the cadence of strobe lights
My plug know I'm addicted
My
I've got a switchblade knife in my pocket
I'm gonna rip your faces, cocksuckers
My sexy lover,
Where were we?
Beauty in my bed
Drugs inside my head
with a switchblade knife
Nasty word, he'll take your life
The silence is over, they attack again
Killing and hatred drive me insane
Reports come in
was born to die in the gutter
He'll keep fighting 'till the end of his days
Been alone all through his life
His only friend is a switchblade knife
was born to die in the gutter
He'll keep fighting 'till the end of his days
Been alone all through his life
His only friend is a switchblade knife
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
New Orleans
Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
And a 44 hog leg up under his coat
Cut you down in a New York minute
If he catch
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
Orleans
Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
And a 44 hog leg up under his coat
Cut you down in a New York minute
If he catch you
a razor
A sweet switchblade knife
And I can do you favors but then you'll do whatever I like
Here I am
And you're a rocket queen
I might be a little
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
a razor
A sweet switchblade knife
And I can do you favors but then you'll do whatever I like
Here I am
And you're a rocket queen
I might be a little
There ensued a fearful fight
screams rang out in the night
Georgie's head hit a sidewalk cornerstone
A leather kid, a switchblade knife
He did not intend
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