Songtexte:
The Paper Chase Out Come The Knives

'll be Out come the knives Down swings the ax To one to sharp it all in So here comes the bride Here comes the bride Here comes the bride Here comes

'll be Out come the knives Down swings the ax To one to sharp it all in So here comes the bride Here comes the bride Here comes the bride Here comes

s color blind And I ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine Let's rock t-birds up, sew up the place Get on the paper chase and let us smoke

you whispered out, and I snickered in between. The check point, the boot hill, the ass in me says some things still best left unsheathed, or out come the knives

[J. Sands whispering] Yo (What?) The Paper Chase (What?) Yo Watch your back, man Because you never ever know where they're at Paper Chase Watch your