Paper Knife Songtext
von Buffalo Tom

When your hero is selling out
Just jumped in to get by
Just like anything, you get roped in
Carried along till the day you die

Paper knife, you pay for life
On the way, on the way back down
Paper knife, folding in my hand
Words that don′t make a sound


I wish my words could now reach you
Well I would know just what to say
Walk right in, read them to you
But I just walk away

Paper knife, you pay for life
On the way, on the way back down
Paper knife, folding in my hand
Words that don't make a sound

Make a sound
Make a sound, make a sound
Make no sound