The Knife - SMP

Ten miles from somewhere sane

The brim of my hat burnt on acid rain

And this shanty town it’s sinking like a hole

If this be earth on hell — damn the man below

If he’s abel, I might be cain

If he’s forgiven I might be blamed

With the steel in my hand I might make him obey

Over shots on the bar, over fists he might pay

I’m under the knife

And under the light

So take what you might

Knife

I’m under the knife

And under the light

Last wrong or last rite

He reached for his and I for mine

My only thought was do unto thine

And these bullets sting like a nest of wasps

And this pistol here’s like my albatrosse

The crime was done, the web was spun

My neck, their noose, the west was won

Up a cripple creek in print new-speak

A man died for state, not love not speech

Knife

I’m under the knife

And under the light

So take what you might

Knife

I’m under the knife

And under the light

Last wrong or last rite

What can you do when the world’s upside down

And its hell over sky and the earth’s raining down

And you can’t even sleep you’ve got pcb dreams

With bullets from breakfast and minstrel TV

And you’re taking these shots just to get through the day

Either pills under liquor or snub .38s

Your the man with no name I don’t care what you does

Cuz it’s dust unto dust unto dust unto dust

Knife

I’m under the knife

And under the light

So take what you might

Knife

I’m under the knife

And under the light

Last wrong or last rite