| Is it a new sweater, or your old one just turned to red?
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| Are you menstruating right now, or your future child is now born dead?
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| Can I practice for an hour, my favorite hobby on your head?
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| I just need your scalp, and one of your eyes in my hand
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| I can call by the look in your eyes
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| You like it bleeding, dirty, ending in a crowd of dead bodies
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| And I can read it from the blood in your hands
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| The good old call of the kitchen knife
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| Of the kitchen knife
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| I yearn to hear children suffocating
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| Aims for head all missed, just go for the kid
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| Excuse me miss, can’t you keep your child quiet?
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| I won’t be able to cut out his tongue
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| If he keeps on moving like a madman
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| I know it isn’t right, I know I hurt people
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| But I cannot resist, the good old call
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| I know it isn’t right, I know I hurt people
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| But no one can resist, the good old call
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| Of the kitchen knife
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| Of the kitchen knife
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| I can call by the look in your eyes
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| You like it bleeding, dirty, ending in a crowd of dead bodies
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| And I can read it from the blood in your hands
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| The good old call of the kitchen knife
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| Of the kitchen knife
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| We live for show, when the audience is scared to death
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| When they know there’s no happy ending
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| They’ve been corrected…
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| We live for show, when the audience scared to death
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| When they know there’s no happy ending
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| And they’ve been corrected
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| The good old call of a kitchen-
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| Good old call of a kitchen knife
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| I can call by the look in your eyes
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| You like it bleeding, dirty, ending in a crowd of dead bodies
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| And I can read it from the blood in your hands
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| The good old call of the kitchen knife…
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| Of the kitchen knife
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| Of the kitchen knife
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| Of the kitchen- |