Who's Got That Cocaine in Their Pocket? - The Last Knife Fighter

Well I drink Tennessee whiskey, I smoke Alaskan weed I'm The Last Knife Fighter, I'm a living dying breed I shot a man in Reno, 'cause Johnny said I could I hopped a train to LA, got in a fight in Hollywood I said "Hey, I'll knife you down someday." Well I ain't too high on feelings, I don't comfort no one Yeah, the bottle is my god now and the glass his only son Well I walk here in the morning, and I'm banned here late at night But I'm stuck here either way, son, until my Last Knife Fight I said ooh, I keep my land (unknown) And I say hey, I'll knife you down someday So, I keep my bowie on me and my boots by the door I keep looking over my shoulder, I don't sleep good anymore If you see mе coming, you best step aside Toughеr men didn't and tougher men just died I said ooh, I keep my (unknown) And I say hey, I'll knife you down someday

Testing 1, 2, 3 Can you hear me in the back? Is the bottom low enough and the treb is all we lack? Is your drink right stiff? Is your beer ice old? Is there a pull machine where cigarettes are sold? Cause you know, it's all part of the show Did you come alone, girl, or did you come by train? Did you bring your broken heart and pockets full of pain? Did he leave you high and dry? Did she start sleeping around? Are you the one who left for running around? But you know, it's all part of the show Testing 1, 2, 3, mic check, mic check Might check, might check my tip jar, cause I ain't seen nothing yet Do I look drunk up here, do I look high as hell? For what they's paying me, I thought I might as well But they know, it's all part of the show Did the cops bust in? Did they break up this knife fight? Did they put us in cuffs and take us in for the night? Did they see my priors? Am I headed for some time? Did the judge say "son, why can't you stay in line?" But he don't know, it's all part of the show Testing 1, 2, 3 can you hear me in the back?

Well, I'm a hitman for a living but living hits harder than that Oh, I got some regrets and I got regrets about that You know, occupation ain't hard when it pays this damn much When your a hitman for a living You don't quit, you just lose your touch I'm losing my touch, second guessing my aim And even when I hit my mark, these days it don't feel the same And I've made a killing out living my conscience and shunning my shame I look at my list, the only one left is my name I'm a hitman, but I hit rock bottom today Go and tally the cost, what I lost is twice what I gained No comfort and coming to those who profit from pain I look at my list, the only one left is my name If I'm losing my touch and love for the game It only seems right that I draw that line through my name Sympathies keep 'em please I ain't down on my knees all the same I'm a hitman for a living But I quit my living today Yeah, I'm a hitman for a living but I quit my living today

Coming down your hallway I keep my feet Against the wall so them boards don't creak Thanks for the spare key in the mailbox by the door I'm getting closer, I can hear you snore See, once you get on my list It's only business It's only business, brother No need to plead or cry Don't spend your last words begging for your life You owed someone money Someone come called and tell you that your debt's forgiven Escort you to hell Scratch you right off my list There's always someone tougher I wouldn't be so bored I sell revenge and violence Mercy seldom sold With neither fear nor anger, I show up at your door Feel nothing for your feelings, whether rich or poor See, once you get on my list It's only business And when I leave my body My soul consumed by fire My sins written down The devil is accounting The poor souls as they come Don't ask for forgiveness Your deal's dead and gone See, once you get on his list It's only business

I'm a well known stranger and I've got the blues Hell, I get awful low when I hear happy news And I'm cursing the sunshine, praying for rain No I can't breathe through my lungs like I used to do I can't see through my eyes and they're losing their blue And my backs all a wreck but, hell, my heart is too Well I've got twenty 12-gauges underneath my bed I got five thousand voices going inside of my head And they're speaking in tongues but, I can understand them Well, I'm a well known stranger, you know I got them blues You know I get awful low when I hear happy news And I'm cursing the sunshine, praying for rain You know this bottle in my hand, well it used to be full Of them empty promises, take away my blues Oh, but this ones a liar, I'll get another one Cause I'm a well known stranger and I got the blues Hell, I get awful low when I hear happy news And I'm cursing the sunshine and praying for rain