Twist the Knife
My trust, forsaken again
Hung out to dry once again
Your word, has proved to be shit
Left here, dealing with it
No honor amongst thieves
Dead weight, holding me down
Useless, stripped of your crown
Your lies brought me to this end
Cannot call you a friend
Deceit, now you know your place
Can't rise, with your foot on my face
Twist the knife again
Hung out to dry once again
Your word, has proved to be shit
Left here, dealing with it
No honor amongst thieves
Dead weight, holding me down
Useless, stripped of your crown
Your lies brought me to this end
Cannot call you a friend
Deceit, now you know your place
Can't rise, with your foot on my face
Twist the knife again
Credits
Writer(s): James May, George Fiddler, Jonathan Athon
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