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Alfred Pennyworth - Pallette Knife Lyrics

Bruce: Can I make my own lunch Today? And can I cut the bread with a proper knife this time?

Alfred: Hmm, let me check my records...

Just as I suspected
Good thing I stopped and checked it
Razh Al Ghal has been murdered
And that is on your burden
I won't let you take more lives...
You must use a pallette knife

Bruce: STOP!!

Don't bring me a pallette knife
Haven't killed since yesterday
Wouldn't kill you anyway
Bring a sword
Bring the Lord
Just don't bring... A pallette knife

Alfred: Hmm, let me check with Razh...

Is he the one?

Razh: It's YOU!!
Every time I come back
He turns around and attacks
I've died a hundred bad deaths
'Cause you keep taking my breath
This time not coming back to life...

Razh and Alfred: You must use a pallette knife

Bruce: NO!

Don't bring me a pallette knife
They'll be making better lunch
Having perfect things for brunch
Bring a sword
Bring the Lord
Just don't bring... A pallette knife

Alfred: Well, I could ask Selina Kyle...

Selina: It's impossible
You take me for a fool?
The world's not for murders
That is all your burden
Take his knife, he took my life
The playboy gets a pallette knife
Bruce: Wait!!

Don't bring me a pallette knife
I'm sure I never took your life

Selina: I'm pretty sure that's lies

Bruce: Killing people may be crime
And maybe I should do time
Just don't bring... A pallette knife

Selina: Okay, let's take you to court!

Judge: Order, order in the court
I judge you blood thirsty sort
By the dictates of our laws
I sentence you to safety cause

Telephone: Rrrrring!

Razh: It's the governer

(Judge picks up phone)

Judge: Yes, I see. Very well. Thankyou, governor
(Judge puts down the phone)

Ahem...

Give me back that pallette knife
You've be granted pallette stay

Bruce: This must be my lucky day

Others: This must be his lucky day

Judge: Bring a sword

Bruce: Thankyou Lord

Razh: I'll bring a safety cord

Others: You don't need... A pallette knife

Alfred: Compliments of the house, a birthday cake

Bruce: A Birthday cake?!

(Bruce takes knife and is about to cut the cake, but Barbara appears and pulls his arm towards Razh's stomach.)

Bruce: Oops! Sorry!
I'll take that pallette knife!