Knives

London's always in mid-air It's only laughing cause he's scared I was raised with contact sport Hanging off my arm for more Of all that money can buy All those dirty things that you try Maybe once, maybe twice Like a tape that don't work right Like knives, they look clean They run and they hide Yeah, clowns and knives It all works, just like a dream What does assassination even mean I just listen when you talk I don't think it if you don't That all that money can buy All those dirty things that we try Maybe once, maybe twice Like a tape that don't work right If I could only have you back I'd just watch it all go bad Everything would be all right Cause it all ends up clean as knives