Knives (feat. B.J. Cole)

You were the juggler, and I was the clown

We watched the pretty woman on the tightrope frown

And the bearded lady, and the men who throw knives into the air

They've got 4 fingers and they just don't care

Knives are sharp and knives move fast

They butter bread and they serrate the past

They can stab a stranger or stick a pig a dove a lamb

Kill with a knife you've got blood on your hand

Knives, knives

Knives knives

Knives knives

Fly like butterflies

Place an apple on top of your head

But if you flinch your neck is red

And if we trust each other to take good aim then in the end

Maybe that knife will become your friend

Knives, knives

Knives knives

Knives knives

Fly like butterflies