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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