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KNIFE Video (MV)




Performed By: The Parasocials
Language: English
Length: 4:57
Written by: Alex Mansfield, Ed West, Rob James, George Jones, Tom Williams
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The Parasocials - KNIFE Lyrics




All my life
I held the knife
All my life
I held the knife
All my life
I held the knife
All my life
I held the knife

She tasted
Of cheap champagne and Paris
And nine months later, we found ourselves a room
We bound ourselves in leather vows before
She bid me her groom
She paints me in lashes, on the first of every month
And makes me chase a green and black stallion
Well I go to sleep and dream of digits and tomorrow
But neither spare a dream for me

We are going
Somewhere else, oh lord
We've been searching
For our lesser self, oh yeah

We raise, ourselves a void with teeth
And cave to its demands
The first comes round with London knock knock knocking
And chokes me with a landlord's empty palm
Well I can no longer breathe I swear
I swear at the Thames until my lungs turn blue
I am the gold for the streets for your stiletto
And this wallet is but a tomb

We are going
Somewhere else, oh lord
We've been searching
For our lesser self, oh yeah
I was dreaming
Bout a girl that looks like you
I've been searching
For a nation torn in two

Nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be found
Around here

This house is just an abattoir
The f*cking jokes on us, piggies free
But baby, today I can be the butcher
It's not for England that we bleed
See here, a murder for the hopeless and the shortcomers
Of love, and HSBC
Tonight my love, tonight, the debt is cleared
Tonight my love, it is us who are free
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English

All my life
I held the knife
All my life
I held the knife
All my life
I held the knife
All my life
I held the knife

She tasted
Of cheap champagne and Paris
And nine months later, we found ourselves a room
We bound ourselves in leather vows before
She bid me her groom
She paints me in lashes, on the first of every month
And makes me chase a green and black stallion
Well I go to sleep and dream of digits and tomorrow
But neither spare a dream for me

We are going
Somewhere else, oh lord
We've been searching
For our lesser self, oh yeah

We raise, ourselves a void with teeth
And cave to its demands
The first comes round with London knock knock knocking
And chokes me with a landlord's empty palm
Well I can no longer breathe I swear
I swear at the Thames until my lungs turn blue
I am the gold for the streets for your stiletto
And this wallet is but a tomb

We are going
Somewhere else, oh lord
We've been searching
For our lesser self, oh yeah
I was dreaming
Bout a girl that looks like you
I've been searching
For a nation torn in two

Nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be found
Around here

This house is just an abattoir
The f*cking jokes on us, piggies free
But baby, today I can be the butcher
It's not for England that we bleed
See here, a murder for the hopeless and the shortcomers
Of love, and HSBC
Tonight my love, tonight, the debt is cleared
Tonight my love, it is us who are free
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Writer: Alex Mansfield, Ed West, Rob James, George Jones, Tom Williams
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