Give me a knife Songtext

von Average Businessmen

Give me a knife

Fly like a bird
Live like a gipsy
Follow the white line
On the interstate
Reaching out
For the open sky
I'm so caved in
I live in fever

Give me a knife
I'm going crazy
Give me a knife
I've got to cut my chains

Secret telephone calls in the night
The neon sign across the street
Is blinking off and on
The digital clock of my video machine tells me
It's exactly five thirty
And no more movies go tonight

My eyes in the mirror
They look frightening
As cold as a neon light
On a winter night
I hear whistles
Going down the street
There's no escape
The world is a ghetto

Give me a knife
I'm going crazy
Give me a knife
I've got to cut my chains

Give me a knife
My vision gets hazy
Give me a knife
I've got to cut my chains

I can hear steps outside on the pavement
Slowly coming nearer and getting louder
The key turns twice in the house door
The elevator glides down and up
And I can hear the steps again
But they're quieter and slowlier
And then it stops
Right in front of my apartment door

Give me a knife
I'm going crazy
Give me a knife
I've got to cut my chains

Give me a knife
My vision gets hazy
Give me a knife
I've got to cut my chains