SMP - The Knife текст песни

Ten miles from somewhere sane
The brim of my hat burnt on acid rain
And this shanty town, it's sinking like a hole
If this be earth on hell, damn the man below
If he's Abel, I might be Cain
If he's forgiven, I might be blamed
With the steel in my hand, I might make him obey
Over shots on the bar, over fists he might pay

I'm under the knife
And under the light
So take what you might
Knife
I'm under the knife
And under the light
Last wrong or last rite

He reached for his and I for mine
My only thought was "do unto thine"
And these bullets sting like a nest of wasps
And this pistol here's like my albatrosse
The crime was done, the web was spun
My neck, their noose, the West was won
Up a cripple creek in print new-speak
A man died for state, not love, not speech

Knife
I'm under the knife
And under the light
So take what you might
Knife
I'm under the knife
And under the light
Last wrong or last rite

What can you do when the world's upside down
And it's hell over sky and the earth's raining down
And you can't even sleep, you've got PCB dreams
With bullets for breakfast and minstrel TV
And you're taking these shots just to get through the day
Either pills under liquor or snub .38's
You're the man with no name, I don't care what you does
'Cause it's dust unto dust unto dust unto dust unto dust

Knife
I'm under the knife
And under the light
So take what you might
Knife
I'm under the knife
And under the light
Last wrong or last rite