Getting Into Knives
[Verse 1]
I hit the cul-de-sac on the spiritual path
Retraced my steps back home
But the house burned down before I got there
And I found myself alone
I tried to keep things in perspective
As I hunted down the perpetrator
Loaded up my toolkit with every hateful instrument
Now here we are thirty years later
[Chorus]
I’m getting into knives
I’m getting into knives
I’ve been up and down the buffet several different times
I’m adjusting my focus, I’m getting into knives
[Verse 2]
I sought wisdom from the sages
Consulted with master tacticians
Met up with some guys who wouldn’t tell me their last names
They specialized in non-conventional munitions
Stayed on the scent like a bloodhound
Followed the clues where they led
Taste of hot ashes on my tongue all day
I took my rifle with me to bed
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[Chorus]
But I’m getting into knives
I’m getting into knives
It’s a gift to be simple, it’s a gift to be free
I’m adjusting my focus, I’m getting into knives
[Verse 3]
Held to my vision all these days
While stray signals kept flooding the switchboard
Came all this way for hunger
May I be worthy of my reward
I stood at the door, and I listened
Rustled through my rucksack as quiet as I could
You can’t give me back what you’ve taken
But you can give me something that’s almost as good
[Chorus]
I’m getting into knives
I am getting into knives
Behold, I stand at the door, and I knock, and then I knock twice
I’ve adjusted my focus, I’m getting into knives
