I, cigarette fingers
Puff and poke
Puff and poking the smoke
Touches the ground

You, your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound

Of sound

She, by my chinny chin chin
Eee-oh eee-oh
Like a zippo smokes the way
Hope, around

You, your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound

A prison of sound

She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh
Like a zippo smokes the way
Hope, around

You, your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound

I poke around...



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The Friend Catcher Lyrics as written by Nicholas Edward Cave

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    Maybe an after sex smoke? lol. I don't know really. Has a very druggy quality to it that I just love. especially about the hands throbbing like trains. And the prison of sound bit. Seems to be dub influenced.

    STUDLYCUDDLYBUDDYon March 23, 2011   Link

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