My Beautiful Knife Songtext
von Those Poor Bastards

Yeah
Sticking my switchblade in the guts of a man
Feeling his blood flow all over my hand
Knowing his life, it is mine to command
See the work of my beautiful knife
Twisting in slowly ′till I hear something crack
Watching the evil pour out of his back
The gift of a life this vessle did lack
See the work of my beautiful knife
Oh
The storm, it is gathering near
Oh
The hand of the Lord, it is here
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
Oh, my beautiful knife
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
Oh, my beautiful knife
Oh, my beautiful knife


BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, oh)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, ha)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh, my beautiful knife)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS (Oh)
BEHOLD, THE ABYSS
Oh