Phish My Friend My Friend
My friend, my friend he's got a knife, a statement from his former life
When he was easy but alone beside him was an empty throne
But what of silver silken blade, affix his gaze, his features staid
Grasps the handle, clips the cable, one steps up, sits at his table
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
My friend, my friend, he's got a wife
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse, persuasion through his thoughts peruse
A hidden relic from his past that wasn't there when he looked last
He feels it ticking like a bomb, feeding fear, assaulting calm
Takes the object, starts the game, moves closer to the flame
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse
