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Album: Modern Vampires Of The City (2013)

Finger Back

Bend my finger back (snap)
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straight

Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me with a canister that's fired while the soldiers drive away

Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for days

Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee
Like a son of freedom never as a slave

It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby, you're not anybody's fool

Bless me with a heart attack
A real crise cardiaque
And show me where to find the surgeon's knife

Eviscerate me now, hack
Take me to my punishment
The punishment I've needed all my life

Bend my finger back, snap
On and on and on and on with strife

Listen to my bum rap,
Listen to the evidence exonerating me from being right.

It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
Baby, you're not anybody's fool

I know that I've been wicked and the road to hell is wide
Cursed by curiosity that made us go inside
Everyone was charming, but we took 'em for a ride
Baby, you're not anybody's fool

Bend my finger back, snap
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straight

Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me with a canister that's fired while the soldiers drive away

Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for days

Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee
Like a son of freedom never as a slave.

It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line,
Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
Baby, you're not anybody's fool

The harpsichord is broken and the television's fried
The city's getting hotter like a country in decline
Everyone's a coward when you look them in the eyes,
But baby, you're not anybody's fool.

Sing next year in Jerusalem
You know ? the one at W.103RD and Broadway.
'Cause this Orthodox girl fell in love with the guy at the falafel shop and why not?
Should she have averted her eyes and just stared at the laminated poster of the dome of the rock?

And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, bloooood
And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, bloooood

Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die

Remembrances of generous hearts that couldn't bear to try
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die

Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die


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