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Played a game in my younger life, a lot like twister but with a knife
Threw the point into the ground to bend my brother's body round
No one bled and if they did, didn't cry

Don't recall a watchful eye
But I think we led safer lives when we played around with knives

Left the house for hours on end, home to eat then out again
Raced around the monkey trails with my back step breaks that never
failed

I road through the woods alone, out of sight and far from home
But I think I got the richer life on my rusted no speed bike

Patience broke and I was pulled from my room
I took it on the ass with the same wooden spoon
That beat the cookie dough

No kid ever disappeared and if they did we'd never hear
The sordid details of their deaths never landed on my doorstep
I was taught to be polite, how to eat and sit upright
But I was left alone to fight and figure out if that felt right
I think we got the richer lives when we played around with knives
I think we led safer lives when we played around with knives