G C There is an old tradition G A game we all can play C You start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade
You take a shot of whiskey F You grab your knife and pray C And spread apart your fingers G C And this is what you say
G C G Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop. C If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off. G And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out. C But all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about.
C No, you can't use a pencil G You can not use a pen C The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend
And some may call it stupid F Some may call it dumb C But all the same we play this game G C Because it's so damn fun
G C G Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop. C If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off. G And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out. C But all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about.
Oh, CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP G I'm picking up the speed, C and If I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed.