The Disturbingly Lonesome Cowboys - Blood On My Knife
C G C
Don’t know what you’re in for and I don’t really care
G C
I just now you’re in here, and you got pretty hair
F C
Me and the boys were watchin’, when they brought you to your cell
G C
Now were gonna f**k you , and kill you if you tell.
Chorus:
F C
Cause it’s your Blood On My Knife, or my s**t on our dick
G C
It’s one or the other, please answer me quick
F C F
The choice is it yours, you sexy convict
C G C
It’s your Blood On My Knife or your s**t on my dick.
C G C
He stood there stunned and stupid, his hind end to the wall
G C
Mumblin’ and a coughin’, and tryin’ hard to stall
F C
We moved in around you, put a knife against your spleen
G C
You’re now filled with more semen than a Russian submarine.
Chorus:
C G C G C F C G C
C G C
Now he doesn’t fight it, when the fellas are around
G C
Even with no blade, he’ll drop his undies down
F C
It’s best to be alive than some dead matcho prick
G C
So he keeps his blood, off the knife, and his s**t, on their dick.
C G C
Been many months and many years since he got outta jail
G C
But he still thinks about it, over some fruity cocktail
F C
Who’d ever thought it, who’da predict
G C
This once strong and rowdy man would be a shlong addict.
Chorus:
C G C
It’s your Blood On My Knife or your s**t on my dick.
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