The knife game song

There is an old tradition, a game we all can play
you start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade
You take a shot of whiskey, you grab your knife and pray
And spread apart your fingers, and this is what you say:

Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes "chop, chop, chop"
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off,
And If I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out.
But all the same I play this game 'cause thats what it's all about.

No, you can't use a pencil, you can not use a pen
the only way is with a knife when danger is your friend.
And some may call it stupid, some may call it dumb
But all the same we play this game because it's so damn fun. Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes "chop, chop, chop"
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off,
And If I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out.
But all the same I play this game 'cause thats what it's all about.

Oh, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
I'm picking up the speed
and if I hit my fingers
then my hand will start to bleed.