Crooked Fingers - Our New Favorite lyrics

In 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