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