Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Friend Catcher Lyrics
I, cigarette fingersPuff and pokePuff and poking the smokeTouches the groundYou, your lungs and your wristsThey throb like trainsChoo choo chooIts a prison of soundOf soundShe, by my chinny chin chin [buying chilly chin-chin? ]Eee-oh eee-ohLike a zippo smokes the wayHope, aroundYou, your lungs and your wristsThey throb like trainsChoo choo chooIts a prison of soundA prison of soundShe, by the hair of my chinny chin chinEee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-ohLike a zippo smokes the wayHope, aroundYou, your lungs and your wristsThey throb like trainsChoo choo chooIts a prison of soundI poke around...