Hey mister can you tell me
Is there a knife stuck in your face
Have matchbook covers been your mirrors
Do you feel your hand in your own pocket
Hey mister do you count the shadows that fall before you
Hey mister can you tell me
Is there a knife stuck in your face
Do you have the shivers underneath your skin
Hey mister can you tell me
Where it is you're going
Hey mister you got the blues written over your face
Looks like you're never going to be in your place
The way you've been carrying on is a disgrace
But you know it's the only way to be, yeah
Now you can go and look in any corner
And you can buy a ticket to a movie
And you can walk out at night
And you can buy your own groceries
Hey mister can you tell me
Is there a knife stuck in your face