Nick Cave
Nick Cave - The Friend Catcher lyrics
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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 [buying chilly 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...