Hot Knives Songtext
von Fog Lake

Sad songs for dirty blondes
Shit luck for a vagabond
But you got nine lives you′ll never die
Stardust on a midnight mile

Hot knives
If I could only read your mind
I would never say outright
I would be polite

Variations on a theme
Thank god I don't remember my dreams
Or the red flags or deadbeat dads
Or twelve stairs of the midnight mass


Hot knives
Didn′t mean to make you cry
I won't misbehave this time
I will be polite

Hot knives
I won't runaway I tried
Barely made it out alive
But I will be alright

Hot knives
I think I′m going out in style
Down on main street everyone′s an exile
So why don't you come by

And I can take you up on hot knives
I can take you up on hot knives
I can take you up on hot knives
I can take you up on hot knives