G C
There is an old tradition
G
A game we all can play
C
You start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade
You take a shot of whiskey F
You grab your knife and pray
C
And spread apart your fingers
G C
And this is what you say
G C G
Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop.
C
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off.
G
And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out.
C
But all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about.
C
No, you can't use a pencil
G
You can not use a pen
C
The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend
And some may call it stupid F
Some may call it dumb
C
But all the same we play this game
G C
Because it's so damn fun
G C G
Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop.
C
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off.
G
And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out.
C
But all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about.
Oh, CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP G
I'm picking up the speed,
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