knife, these days are calling I feel like a knife, sharpened like steel Touched by the hand of the gods on these golden mornings I feel like a knife
Translation: New Model Army. Knife.
[time: 4:06] [Lyrics: New Model Army] [Music: New Model Army] Well we all learned how to use a fork and knife How sometimes we have to wear a suit and
enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring knife
to say; the scars are healed now anyway and there's no pain. . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . . And Abraham rose, took his only son, and knife
Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us the right
long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife
