Crooked Fingers - Pigeon Kicker lyrics

rate me

Make way for the pigeon kicker

Splattering the city wall

Nothing ever seemed so pretty

Nothing ever seemed so dull

Past the line of cigarette trees

Crooked cons and seminal thieves

Fools and traitors and misfit saviors

In full stride to rot away

Sick with style and doused in bitters

We'll be waiting drunk at noon

We could never leave this city

We can't even leave our rooms

The drunken waste of rowdy wankers

Slit your throat then spit your face

Our fortune teller has gone insane

In full stride to rot away<br />

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Thanks to razvan