Knives

London’s always in mid-air
It’s only laughing cause it’s scared
I was raised with contact sport
Hanging off my arm for more

Of all that money can buy
All those dirty things that you try
Maybe once, or maybe twice
Like a tape that don’t work right
Like knives, they look clean
They run and they hide
Yeah, clowns and knives

It all works just like a dream
What does assassination even mean?
I just listen when you talk
I don’t think it, if you don’t

That all that money can buy
All those dirty things that we try
Maybe once, or maybe twice
Like a tape that don’t work right
If I could only have you back
I’d just watch it all go bad
Everything will be alright
Because it all ends up clean as knives