Sad songs for dirty blondes Shit luck for a vagabond But you got nine lives you'll never die Stardust on a midnight mile Hot knives If I could only read your mind I would never say outright I would be polite Variations on a theme Thank god I don't remember my dreams Or the red flags or deadbeat dads Or twelve stairs of the midnight mass Hot knives Didn't mean to make you cry I won't misbehave this time I will be polite Hot knives I won't runaway I tried Barely made it out alive But I will be alright Hot knives I think I'm going out in style Down on main street everyone's an exile So why don't you come by And I can take you up on hot knives I can take you up on hot knives I can take you up on hot knives I can take you up on hot knives