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