You pull the blade from your side
and say its time to turn the tide
from whats good to whats bad
and i know youll leave me sad
so your ending our last year
and with it my last tear
all thats shed is my blood
so cut my neck and bring the flood
all i have is eternal sleep
i hope someone for me will weep
in your hand i see the knife
so go ahead end my life
and after you cut the chord
you drive away in your ford
