The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
Hey, why you got a black dagger in your hand?
Hey, why you got a black dagger in your hand?
Yeah alright, it’s a lot
What’s your name, I forgot?
I’m just trying to keep it even, try to keep it even with me
Hey, I heard you had a bad motor in your head
Hey, why’d you let that slick fella in your bed?
Now you’re gone with a bang
And your jet-setter slang
Can you come up with a reason not to see the devil in me?
I know I can’t keep explaining the knife buried in your back shoulder
I know it’s only a matter of time before we’re just bored and older
I’ve tried and tried to keep it inside even as the crush gets colder
I know I can’t keep explaining the knife buried in your back shoulder
Hey why you got a black dagger in your hand
Hey why you got a black dagger in your hand
You got time for a smoke?
What a drag, what a joke
You’re just trying to find a reason, trying to find a reason to leave