Leave the Knife Curtis

It's alright don't blame yourself
You weren't in your right mind that night
And we were under Cromwell's capricious unofficial exterior status
And it was a weird-ass moon at the Senator Saloon
Just little drunks at the boys show

Leave the knife, Curtis

Little boys! Bangin' plastic balls off the walls that's all
After one too many trips to the pisser
Too many slips on the mashed kisser

Leave the knife, Curtis

Do it for the mildew kings!
Do it for the wife and kids back home!
Do it for the life of your car!

Leave thе knife, Curtis

We've takеn life too seriously at times
We've also taken too many things for granted, my friend
We've taken every drug known to mankind
Just leave it!