Texty: Murder by Death. Good Morning, Magpie. You Don t Miss Twice.

Into the woods with a pack and a blade
A cigar ton, med kit, retractable spade
Flint and steel, pine needle bed
There ain't nothin' like the woods to clear your head

I got a real nice piece with a handle of bone
A good friend to have when you're out on your own

But you don't miss twice
When you're shavin' with a knife

Coarse grain sandpaper on my face
Felt my neck and reached for my blade
Thought I'd try my hand at the barber's trade
When you've got a knife, you've got it made

Bathing in the river it ain't half bad
You get a cool drink while you're taking a bath
You stick your blade in the water and there's you lather, yeah

But you don't miss twice
When you're shavin' with a knife

Stubble's comin' in strong, scratch your soft skin raw
Like a mean mutt with a razor maw
Swipe along my neck and against my jaw

Blood's just blood, no need to fuss
Or get your shorts in a bunch and cuss and cuss

Still you don't miss twice
When you're shavin' with a knife

But you don't miss twice
When you're shavin', when you're shavin'
When you're shavin' with a knife