Knife And Kids lyrics

While you carve up the children
I`ll be combing the sand
Searching for bones and teeth
And soft little things
Held in soft little hands

You make me feel like a woman
I`ll make you feel like a man
We`ll make them all feel like bitches
While we have them eating from our hands

((I know something you don`t know))

We`ll be calling a roll call
For people weak in the knees
And then we`ll call them all liars
Because we do as we damn well please

Too many days
I`ve spent most of them just
Waiting for something
Too many ways
For your car to break down
I`ll misbehave
In the hopes I`ll catch
Not hold your attention
If you`re the king
Then let me see your crown

Every day
I starve myself
Because it`s feast or fashion
And every day
I crack a rib
Because I`m laughing at myself

Every day
I starve myself
Because it`s feast or fashion
And every day
I crack a rib
I hope I laugh myself to death

Too many days
I`ve spent most of them just
Waiting for something
Too many ways
For your car to break down
I`ll misbehave
In the hopes I`ll catch
Not hold your attention
If you`re the king
Then let me see your crown
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