Getting Into Knives Songtext
von The Mountain Goats

I hit the cul-de-sac on the spiritual path
Retraced my steps back home
But the house burned down before I got there
And I found myself alone

I tried to keep things in perspective
As I hunted down the perpetrator
Loaded up my toolkit with every hateful instrument
Now here we are thirty years later

I′m getting into knives
I'm getting into knives
I′ve been up and down the buffet
Several different times
I'm adjusting my focus
I'm getting into knives

I sought wisdom from the sages
Consulted with master tacticians
Met up with some guys who wouldn′t tell me their last names
They specialized in non-conventional munitions


Stayed on the scent like a bloodhound
Followed the clues where they led
Taste of hot ashes on my tongue all day
I took my rifle with me to bed

But I′m getting into knives
I'm getting into knives
It′s a gift to be simple
It's a gift to be free
I′m adjusting my focus
I'm getting into knives

Held to my vision all these days
While stray signals kept flooding the switchboard
Came all this way for hunger
May I be worthy of my reward?

I stood at the door and I listened
Rustled through my rucksack as quiet as I could
You can′t give me back what you've taken
But you can give me something that's almost as good


I′m getting into knives
I am getting into knives
Behold, I stand at the door
And I knock
And then I knock twice
I′ve adjusted my focus
I'm getting into knives