Twist The Knife

Make a wish
Get a cut or a kiss
Son of a bitch
There's nowhere to run and hide
WHen the bastard is calling
Don't get your prize
It's born to hate you now

Cuts deep, the wound
As the knife it turns
You profess to love it
When the bastard is calling

Cuts deep, the wound
As you take a dive
Don't get your prize
Don't get your prize
It's born to hate you now
You better let it burn
Don't get your prize
As the knife it turns

When the waiting is over
Now the knife has turned
When the bastard is calling
Twist the knife
Twist the knife
Twist the knife
Why don't you tell me the truth?

When the waiting is over
Now the knife has turned
When the bastard is calling
Twist the knife
Twist the knife
Twist the knife
Why don't you tell me the truth?

Don't get your prize
It's born to hate you now
You better let it burn
Cuts deep, the wound
As you take a dive
Don't get your prize
You twist the knife
Twist the knife
Twist the knife