Buddy Get My Knife

I spend my nights in a cage
I spend my whole life in a rage
I spend my money on the drugs, sex, and alcohol and mugs
Souvenirs of a broken life

Man, get my knife
Buddy, get my knife

Son, right is left and left is right
Your mouth for words your ears for sight
Your hands for working with the land
Or working for the goddamn man
It’s your choice of pain or strife
Buddy, get my knife
Man, get my knife

The full Moon shine the wolf does howl
The rat ain’t friends with no damn out
The snake it rattles to its foes
And that snake’s at all my shows
And it’s trying to take my life
Buddy, get my knifе on
Man, get my knife on

So if you’re walking off thе line
You’re gambling fast, you’re short on time
And if you’ve ever seen wrong righted by a blade that’s long
And you don’t want wrong in your life

Buddy, get your knife
Buddy, get your knife
Said get your knife
You better get your knife