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