| Need to write a letter or screaming would be better
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| Just to let some people know that I’m still alive
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| Lately I’ve been thinking that maybe I should change
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| But to tell the whole truth I still haven’t decided
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| 'cause most situations
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| Are rarely as good
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| Or bad as they seem on the face of it
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| What’s given from the left
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| Is taken from the right
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| I know all these things 'cause I’m a knifethrower
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| Everybody’s got a fake smile
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| One that they use every once in a while
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| Everybody’s got a long time
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| To practise their lies and their smalltown crimes
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| Everybody every now and then
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| Can use a helping hand from a helping friend
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| Most people got a lot to learn
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| I know all these things 'cause I’m a knifethrower
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| Try to tell myself that I know just where I stand
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| But the conviction that I seek is just not there
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| Instead a long line
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| Of statements that I’ve eaten
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| And I’ll do it again
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| 'cause I’m a knifethrower
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| Everybody’s got a wrong mind
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| In a wrong head and a horrible timing
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| Everybody’s being lied to
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| By everyone else, including me and you
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| Everybody wants a guarantee
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| From some so-called god that they can’t see
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| Most people don’t have a clue
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| I know all these things 'cause I’m a knifethrower
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| It’s just a goddamn shame
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| That the one without a thing to say
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| Always talks the loudest — people listen anyway
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| Now if I knew what I was doing
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| Then I probably wouldn’t do it |