Ca sĩ: Rusty Cage

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There's an old tradition
A game we all can play
You start by getting liqueured up and sharpening your blade
You take a shot of whiskey
You grab your knife and pray
You spread apart your fingers and this is what you say!

Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes Chop! Chop! Chop!
If I miss the spaces in between
my fingers will come off
And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out
But all the same I play this game, cause that's what's it's all about!

No you can't use a pencil. You cannot use a pen,
The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend
And some may call it stupid, some may call it dumb
But all the same we play this game because it's so damn fun!

Oh! I have all my fingers
The knife goes Chop! Chop! Chop!
If I miss the spaces in between
My finger will come off
And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out
But all the same I play this game, cause that's what's it's all about!

Oh! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
I'm picking up the speed
And if I hit my finger
Then my hand will start to bleed!