My friend, my friend he's got a knife A statement from his former life When he was easy but alone Beside him was an empty throne But what of silver silken blade Affix his gaze, his features staid Grasps the handle, clips the cable One steps up, sits at his table
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife My friend, my friend, he's got a wife
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse Persuasion through his thoughts peruse A hidden relic from his past That wasn't there when he looked last He feels it ticking like a bomb Feeding fear, assaulting calm Takes the object, starts the game Moves closer to the flame
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife My friend, my friend, he's got a knife My friend, my friend, he's got a knife Mife!