What A Time To Be A Knife

Oh shit we're back again

Back alley, tell your friends

Them boys are back in town

They're gonna burn it down

Don't say we didn't warn you

We didn't come for the brass ring

We came for everything

Your suits don't mean shit to me

I'm killing snakes, call me Patrick

Don't say we didn't warn you

I see you falling over your feet to get to me

What a shame it must be to feel so small

Oh so small

You're laying there saying:

Please tread on me. Give me another boot to lick.

Well I ain't shaming your kink, just asking why

Why?

You're the messiah-elect?

Fully loaded god complex

Step up or step down

You're such a fucking clown

Don't say we didn't warn you

Now I'm living rent free

In the space you gave me

Don't break your head about it

Ain't worth insurance fees

Don't say we didn't warn you

I see you falling over your feet to get to me

What a shame it must be to feel so small

Oh so small

You're laying there saying:

Please tread on me. Give me another boot to lick.

Well I ain't shaming your kink, just asking why.

Why?