The Good Old Call - Carpenter Brut

Is it a new sweater, or your old one just turned to red?

Are you menstruating right now, or your future child is now born dead?

Can I practice for an hour, my favorite hobby on your head?

I just need your scalp, and one of your eyes in my hand

I can call by the look in your eyes

You like it bleeding, dirty, ending in a crowd of dead bodies

And I can read it from the blood in your hands

The good old call of the kitchen knife

Of the kitchen knife

I yearn to hear children suffocating

Aims for head all missed, just go for the kid

Excuse me miss, can’t you keep your child quiet?

I won’t be able to cut out his tongue

If he keeps on moving like a madman

I know it isn’t right, I know I hurt people

But I cannot resist, the good old call

I know it isn’t right, I know I hurt people

But no one can resist, the good old call

Of the kitchen knife

Of the kitchen knife

I can call by the look in your eyes

You like it bleeding, dirty, ending in a crowd of dead bodies

And I can read it from the blood in your hands

The good old call of the kitchen knife

Of the kitchen knife

We live for show, when the audience is scared to death

When they know there’s no happy ending

They’ve been corrected…

We live for show, when the audience scared to death

When they know there’s no happy ending

And they’ve been corrected

The good old call of a kitchen-

Good old call of a kitchen knife

I can call by the look in your eyes

You like it bleeding, dirty, ending in a crowd of dead bodies

And I can read it from the blood in your hands

The good old call of the kitchen knife…

Of the kitchen knife

Of the kitchen knife

Of the kitchen-