Testo Give Me A Knife

Give me a knife Fly like a bird Live like a gipsy Follow the white line On the interstate Reaching out For the open sky I?m so caved in I live in fever Give me a knife I?m going crazy Give me a knife I?ve got to cut my chains Secret telephone calls in the night The neon sign across the street Is blinking off and on The digital clock of my video machine tells me It?s exactly five thirty And no more movies go tonight My eyes in the mirror They look frightening As cold as a neon light On a winter night I hear whistles Going down the street There?s no escape The world is a ghetto Give me a knife I?m going crazy Give me a knife I?ve got to cut my chains Give me a knife My vision gets hazy Give me a knife I?ve got to cut my chains I can hear steps outside on the pavement Slowly coming nearer and getting louder The key turns twice in the house door The elevator glides down and up And I can hear the steps again But they?re quieter and slowlier And then it stops Right in front of my apartment door Give me a knife I?m going crazy Give me a knife I?ve got to cut my chains Give me a knife My vision gets hazy Give me a knife I?ve got to cut my chains