Well, my father once said
"Patience is the key"
So I lived out my whole life methodically.
He was a ba*tard, I know
And when nothing went right
Well, at least he had given me my valuable hunting knife.
It was the sharpest I'd seen
With spots left to clean.
Yes, I hunt for sport
The adrenaline rush
As I lay here and wait and keep myself hushed.
What's next was a blur
All I recall is red
But the body on the floor is better off dead.
I came home that night
To see flashing lights.
And now my valuable hunting knife
Has made it's last and final strike.
And it was dirty anyway
So i threw it in the bay.
I wiped my fingerprints off
Because I couldn't stand the thought.
And I was doing nothing wrong
Yes, I'll a**ert this all along
Because I've got nothing to hide
Well, except for my hunting knife.