Knives Of Spain

If I had some poet?s wings I would fly to New Orleans I?d rhyme my trials and my misdeeds So if you cut the words they would bleed Chorus 1: And in the night when I?m all alone And the sadness goes to the bone I?d make the words in the refrain As lethal as the knives of Spain If I had some black cat?s bones I?d take the things down to Antone?s Then I?d steal what I really need I?d take it home and I?d let it bleed Chorus 2: And in the night when I?m by myself I?d take what it was down from the shelf When I find the words in the refrain As lethal as the knives of Spain If I had some grains of faith Well I?d keep ?em where they were safe Then I would not disbelieve Be corrupted or deceived Chorus 3: And in the night when no one?s around I would kneel down upon the ground When I find the words in the refrain As lethal as the knives of Spain. Chorus 3