Paper Knife

When your hero is selling out

Just jumped in to get by

But just like anything you get roped in

And carried along ‘til the day you die

Paper knife, you pay for life

On the way, on the way back down

Paper knife, folded in your hand

Words that don’t make a sound

I wish my words could now reach you

I would know what to say

I’d walk right in, and read them to you

But I just walked away