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GCThere is an old traditionGAgame we all can playCYou start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade С You take a shot of whiskeyFYou grab your knife and prayCAnd spread apart your fingersGCAnd this is what you sayGCGOh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop.CIf I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off.GAnd if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out.CBut all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about.CNo, you can't use a pencilGYou can not use a penCThe only way is with a knife when danger is your friend С And some may call it stupidFSome may call it dumbCBut all the same we play this gameGCBecause it's so damn funGCGOh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop.CIf I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off.GAnd if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out.CBut all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about. С Oh, CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOPGI'm picking up the speed,CАnd If I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed.