The knife goes Chop! Chop! Chop!
I have a strong attachment to it, she says, the knife.
I'd be really upset if anything happened to it.
I have a strong attachment to it.
I can hear the faint strains of Rusty Cage, something about getting liquored up sharpening the blade taking a shot of whiskey some thing about gathering up a knife and praying.
The knife goes
I know it just looks
The handle and blade appear
If you used it to jemmy open a tin can
The blade wouldbend
It's probably thirty year old and it looks cheap, she says,
But I'd be really upset if something happened to it.
There's more faint words from Rusty Cage
something about not using a pencil about not using a pen
something about danger being a friend
I don't care that it's sharp it cuts well and I use it all the time: none of that counts
I don't care if it hits my fingers your fingers I don't carebut I'd be really upset if anything happened to it.