[Intro, low, smoky, half-whispered] Aye... You want my name, do ya? Then listen close. I’m the gal with the blade and the bad luck grin. [Verse 1, gritty, half-whispered, building] I was born where the gutters bite, Black rain fallin’ through the broken light, No silk, no saints, no warm safe bed, Just cold stone floors and the ghosts in me head. Dirty hands and a sharper mouth, Ran the alleys north to south, Took what shined, took what fed, Took a knife before I learned me prayers instead. [Pre-Chorus, tense, rising, rough] They said, “Gal, lie down, know your place.” I spat blood right in their face. They said, “Gal, break.” I said, “Try.” Still here, still wild, still hard to kill, am I. [Chorus, powerful, emotional, chantable] Knife Gal! That’s what they call me in the smoke and the rain, Knife Gal! Still laughin’ with a cut and a name, Mo fhuil, mo ainm, I carry ‘em still, Gutter in me bones and a blade in me will. Knife Gal! No crown, no pearl, no pretty lie, Just me, sharp and mean and alive — Knife Gal! [Verse 2, confident, raw, rhythmic] I fenced a watch, I stole a ring, Picked fat pockets off a merchant king, Bad reputation, good quick feet, I learned the worth of fear on every street. And the blood in me’s wrong — or maybe right, Pulls strange men close in the dead of night, Ghosts at the window, cult eyes green, Like they all smell somethin’ buried in me skin. [Pre-Chorus, harder, snarling] Let ‘em come with rope and chain, Let ‘em whisper I’m the curse in the vein, I’ve been hunted, I’ve been bought, But I’m worth more than the cage they brought. [Chorus, powerful, emotional, chantable] Knife Gal! That’s what they call me in the smoke and the rain, Knife Gal! Still laughin’ with a cut and a name, Mo fhuil, mo ainm, I carry ‘em still, Gutter in me bones and a blade in me will. Knife Gal! No crown, no pearl, no pretty lie, Just me, sharp and mean and alive — Knife Gal! [Bridge, softer, wounded, emotional] I’ve slept with a knife and a boot by the bed, Dreamt of the hands that wanted me dead, Dreamt of the dark and the ones I’ve known, The kind that leave ya starvin’ and alone. But now there’s a room, and a lamp, and a name, And people who look at me not quite the same, Still don’t trust easy, still bite when curled, But maybe there’s a place for a gutter-born gal. [Breakdown, low, dangerous, spoken-sung] So if ya want me blood — Come bleed for it. If ya want me name — Earn it. If ya want me fear — Too late, love. I grew up where fear gets swallowed whole. [Final Chorus, huge, powerful, emotional, gang-vocal energy] Knife Gal! That’s what they call me in the smoke and the rain, Knife Gal! Still laughin’ with a cut and a name, Mo fhuil, mo ainm, I carry ‘em still, Gutter in me bones and a blade in me will. Knife Gal! Youngest thorn but I still draw blood, Raised by the dark and the city mud, Knife Gal! No gods above but the ones who see, And the blood in the Family remembers me! [Outro, rough, proud, fading] Aye... Still here. Still breathin’. Still mean. Still yours if you earn me. Knife Gal.
