Lyrics:
Bowie Knife
Make (the) most,
It’s not the ghosts that you carry (and)
Fate boasts,
Your empty hands are a barrier
I took more than most, but I
steady
Or I could go to Australia
And carry a bowie knife
And wear my hair like Hepburn parted on the side
And learn card tricks and buy
Everyone
Derranged, debauched, denude, on that stainless steel cot,
Enter, Herr Surgeon,
Take up the bowie knife and play join the dots.
Vena carver, heart starter,
Run your bowie knife across my face, you think I'm all talk so come over and I'll show you
Step on me and show me my place, tell me that I'm dumb
Switchblade
Butterfly
Machete
Bowie knife
Stick em
Hold up hold up
You just made a new enemy
Heavy animosity with no remedy
Told my girls
They
A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm
It's all somebody needs to make it through the land
Walk the night, travel light, cross the Rio
ain't going for it, If I go out I go like Rambo
M60 machine gun with an extra box of ammo
Commando with a Bowie knife and dripped down in that camo
Solid
hollow tips, they make you numb (O oh)
I'm the Gunsmith you better duck (HDOE)
I got a AK, fuck your life
I got a fuckin' Bowie knife (Skrr)
Bitch you know
Then I heard a policeman say
Do your best to not alarm him
I've got eyes for the policeman's wife
In her dyed black hair and her Bowie knife
I've got
She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey
Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me
She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey
Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me
surrounded
By parasites and sychophants
When I come to see you
I dose up on coagulants
Because when you hurl that bowie knife
It's going to be when my back is
and a bowie knife to
Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew
And we'd count the cars when the trains went past
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass
Chorus
pretty little trigger finger was twitchin' by her side
And Clyde was cleanin' his fingernails with a foot long Bowie Knife
I brung 'em back
wanna talk about it
Don't tell my doctor, don't tell my wife, laughs the knife, laughs the knife
I cut off my boots with a Bowie knife, and I don't wanna
I crossed the Mississippi,
Turned south at San Antone
A bowie knife, a woolen coat,
A grip bag on my arm
It's all somebody needs to make it
up and said
"That woman is my wife"
And he drew a silver pistol
And a wicked bowie knife
And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears
Straight
Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life
He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town
Only time that he'll be found, is
have been the hot ranch)
So let's dance because I killed Bowie's wife with a bowie knife
C'mon mon it was Iman and man Bowie's my man gimme one more
up and said
"That woman is my wife"
And he drew a silver pistol
And a wicked bowie knife
And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears
Straight
of gold
Bowie knife at your wind pipe backing down a manhole
Got my sonar pinging off your submarine
Hello Red October nice to see you Sean Connery
Are you
could mayday brethren. Muddy gut, snake eyes. He approaches cobras with an ugly muck and bloody bowie knife clamped in the canines. Wake 'em with that
I crossed the Mississippi, turned south at San Antone
A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm
It's all somebody needs to make it through
Fuck ya goals guy, motherfuck ya cosign bitch (Cosign bitch)
Grab the bowie knife, stab him 34 times bitch
David Bowie type, Blackstar, throwin' scythes
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