My friend, my friend he's got a knife
A statement from his former life
When he was easy but alone

Beside him was an empty throne
But what of silver silken blade
Affix his gaze, his features staid

Grasps the handle, clips the cable
One steps up, sits at his table
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife

My friend, my friend, he's got a wife

My friend, my friend, the clever ruse

Persuasion through his thoughts peruse
A hidden relic from his past
That wasn't there when he looked last

He feels it ticking like a bomb
Feeding fear, $$#aulting calm
Takes the object, starts the game

Moves closer to the flame

My friend, my friend, the clever ruse

My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse

My friend, my friend, he's got a knife

My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
Myf

[maniacal giggles]