There's a knife in my belly, oh Lord
There's a knife in my belly, oh Lord
If you pulled out a knife
You might do me right
There's a knife in my belly, oh Lord
Little Arthur, he pulled out a sword
Little Arthur, he pulled out a sword
Well he pulled out a sword
The angels they roared
Little Arthur, he pulled out a sword\
My knife, it can't make you king
My knife, it can't make you king
It won't make you king
Won't nobody sing
My knife, it can't make you king
Heaven's got two rooms for me
My heaven's got two rooms for me
There's two rooms for me
And yours makes that three
My heaven's got two rooms for me
There's a knife in my belly, oh Lord
There's a knife in my belly, oh Lord
If you pulled out a knife
You might do me right
There's a knife in my belly, oh Lord
