There's a knife in my belly, oh LordnThere's a knife in my belly, oh LordnIf you pulled out a knifenYou might do me rightnThere's a knife in my belly, oh LordnnLittle Arthur, he pulled out a swordnLittle Arthur, he pulled out a swordnWell he pulled out a swordnThe angels they roarednLittle Arthur, he pulled out a swordnnMy knife, it can't make you kingnMy knife, it can't make you kingnIt won't make you kingnWon't nobody singnMy knife, it can't make you kingnnHeaven's got two rooms for menMy heaven's got two rooms for menThere's two rooms for menAnd yours makes that threenMy heaven's got two rooms for mennThere's a knife in my belly, oh LordnThere's a knife in my belly, oh LordnIf you pulled out a knifenYou might do me rightnThere's a knife in my belly, oh Lord