Finnish knife

You say: “My wife is a rambling tank with it`s own will.
If she ever could confess her crimes with a whisper: have to kill”

I`ve got no justification for core of human being
This is a song of your reflection that I have to sing:

I was born to be your wife (ha-ha)
You were born under a klieg light (ha-ha)
And I spoiled your life (ha-ha)
So you can call me “finnish knife” (ha-ha)


You will always stumble over my face and my name
I don`t ever feel sorrows - I feel myself dull and lame

So I don`t need your creation – I am sick with your soul
Every night I sleep with silent boor because he is tall

I was born to be your wife (ha-ha)
You were born under a klieg light (ha-ha)
And I spoiled your life (ha-ha)
So you can call me “finnish knife” (ha-ha)

Yes, I killed all our mutual children with your checked tie
I don`t ever feel sorrows - everybody have to die

You say: “My wife is a rambling tank with it`s own will”
All I`ve lost I done with my hands, yes – I have to kill

 (ha-ha)
 (ha-ha)
 (ha-ha)
 (ha-ha)