Bowie Knives Lyrics

When I wasn't old, I played with bowie knives
My grand-dad left them me when he died, he died
And now I'm out of luck, I like to stab things up
And use my bowie knives

Hanging out on a wire, leaning low
For a fireguard, a fireguard, a fireguard

Now I'm twenty-three, I hope for amnesties To rid me of this bomb that ticks on, ticks on
And now I'm out of luck, I like to stab things up
And use my bowie knives
And they die, they die, they die

Hanging out on a wire, leaning low
For a fireguard, a fireguard, a fireguard
A fireguard, a fireguard, a fireguard

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