Bringing a Gun to a Knife Fight (Song)

[Underground_Network]

As we zigzag across the pavement;
We're counting calibrated fragments of
Pain's dust, a reconciliation
For the only thing's lost.

The damage done, its not that fun
When everybody brings a gun
To a knife fight;
Who's gonna win, when the fight ain't done right?

At this knife fight,
We are runaways
We are salvaging
Nothing at this point.

You've gotta understand
That I'm just one man,
I can only fire,
Two guns at a time...

The bullets ricochet,
Everyone runs away,
Nobody salvages
The moment's ecstasy.

At this knife fight,
We are runaways,
We are salvaging
Nothing at this point.

All the guns blaze and several people scream,
All the sounds shape the people's dreams,
Shattered memories of broken industries,
Fade to white, then black, this ain't a pretty scene.

Stabbing with my Glock,
Thrashing with my Colt,
Swinging endlessly,
A hundred thousand bullets...

At this knife fight,
We are runaways
We are salvaging
Nothing at this point.

As we zigzag
Our ways to ecstasy,
We find no happiness,
We find just shattered dreams.

Oh at this knife fight,
The guns are six-inch-plus,
Oh at this knife fight,
This is ridiculous...

At this knife fight,
Nothing is done right,
But still we're suffering,
Ten men have died tonight.

This is an angry scene,
I wish I wasn't here,
This ain't a pretty sight,
I think we've lost our lives.

At this knife fight,
We are runaways
We are salvaging
Nothing at this point.

At this knife fight,
We are runaways
We are salvaging
Nothing at this point.

Oh we are runaways,
Who aren't salvaging
Anything no more...
We have nothing to show...

At this knife fight,
The guns are way too large,
They're way too powerful,
They're out of control...

As we zigzag across the pavement;
We're counting calibrated fragments of
Pain's dust, a reconciliation
For the only thing's lost...