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