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
