Where is my Khyber knife when I need it?
How can I cut the cords that you’ve tied?
You said I’d learn to love the harness
I said I did but I lied I lied
If I could find my Khyber knife
I’d cut myself a new life
Where are my loyal guards and dragoons?
Where is my posse and shotgun rider?
Eager companions when robbing the helpless
Well out of sight when I’m trapped by a tiger
If I could find my Khyber knife
I’d cut myself a new life
Dark and delicious the grapes from your garden
Subtle and sly are the drugs I am fed
Sweet the saliva that drips from your kisses
Grand are my dreams as I lie in your web
If I could find my Khyber knife
I’d cut myself a new life
