Stab of My Knife

Her body's hanging on the branches of the tree
There's nothing around except her corpse and me
I said my drinkin problem is my own
She kept on bitchin - She didn't leave my home
So then she had to die
In this cold lonesome night
Yeah then she had to die
With one stab of my – knife
Crows are picking on her eyeballs
I can hear them screeching through the trailer walls
I put on the game - I cracked myself a beer
No need to worry, cause there's nobody here
So then she had to die
In this cold lonesome night
Yeah then she had to die
With one stab of my – knife
The Game is over, and she's hangin for a while
So i think I'll feed her to that hungry crocodile
She thought she had me under her thumb
Well guess again, baby, I ain't that dumb
She had to die
In that cold lonesome night
O Yeah she had to die
With one stab of my - knife



Credits
Writer(s): Eric C P Haamers, Viktor A W Noatschk
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