Songtexte: The PAper ChAse. Out Come The Knives.

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Can you answer me one question, please? Can you tell me is she alright, physically, without her medicine? [garbled] ...over two gallons of water... [garbled]

Did sweet daddy die square on your birthday?
Some macabre-ish attempts to see you rue the day
Or appear in the end and be happy he made it back
To be just in time to cut the cake and watch
You boil alive in your own butterscotch

His ghost might appear as a venomous backlash
His ghost might appear as a motive in fear

And everyone tells you there's nobody down there
In between the chinging glasses where
They eat you up slow down to awkward again

Did sweet daddy die square on your birthday?
Some macabre-ish attempts to see you rue the day
Here again

So here comes the bride
And out stretch the hands
To one to chop and cut clean
And here come the chefs
Ante up the bets
See how long it'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 the bride
And out stretch the hands
To one to chop and cut clean
And here come the chefs
Ante up the bets
See how long it'll be

Out come the knives
Down swings the ax
To one to sharp it all in

Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride