1 Contributor 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
