The Paper Chase - Out Come The Knives lyrics

Did sweet daddy die

Square on your birthday?

Some macabrish attempts

To see you'd rue the day

Or appear in the end

And be happy he made it back

To be just in time

To cut the cake and watch

You boil alive

In your own butterscotch

His ghost might appear

As a venemous backlash

His ghost might appear

As a motive and fear

And everyone tells you

"There's nobody down there"

In between the chinging glasses where

They eat you up, slow down

To awkward again

Did sweet daddy die

Square on your birthday?

Some macabrish attempts

To see you'd rue the day

Here again

So here comes the bride

And out stretch the hands

To one to chop and cut clean

And here come the chefs

Ante up the bets

See how long it'll be

Out come the knives

Down swings the axe

To one to sharp it all in

So here comes the bride

Here comes the bride

Here comes the bride

So here comes the bride

And out stretch the hands

To one to chop and cut clean

And here come the chefs

Ante up the bets

See how long it'll be

Out come the knives

Down swings the axe

To one to sharp it all in

So here comes the bride

Here comes the bride

Here comes the bride