The Paper Chase - Out Come The Knives lyrics

Did sweet daddy die Square on your birthday? Some macabrish attempts To see you'd 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 bu*terscotch His ghost might appear As a venemous backlash His ghost might appear As a motive and fear And everyone tells you "There's nobody down there" In between the chinging gla**es where They eat you up, slow down To awkward again Did sweet daddy die Square on your birthday? Some macabrish attempts To see you'd 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 axe To one to sharp it all in So here comes the bride Here comes the bride Here comes the bride 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 axe To one to sharp it all in So here comes the bride Here comes the bride Here comes the bride