Crooked Fingers - Our New Favorite lyrics
rate meIn the wake of our favorite
The old familiar used up fakes
Crept up from the crowded bottom
Of the barrel
And drew a plan, a scam of scandals
Housed in empty contraband
It's a sad shame we got nothing for their slaughter
How can we say we've seen the light
When we're only out at night
In some over-crowded room
Waiting for our time to lose
While on the make, our new favorite
Lost his grip and fell from grace
As some brand new king came creeping towards the altar
We kept safe, we just gave up
Chalk one up for our good taste
Such a sad thing when you've got nothing to offer
And in the black hole of our eyes
There's no heat and there's no light
Just an over-crowded room, waiting for its turn to lose
Thanks to RumBelly for correcting these lyrics
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Tuesday 14th of February 2012 11:43