Crooked Fingers

Coldways

Crooked Fingers


Come out come on tonight the citys alive
Come let the silver street shine burn your blue eyes
Dont let the old ways con or keep you away
Dont make no difference where you go where you stay

Come on the stars are shining on you
Yeah theyre shining on you

There was a giant once whose head touched the sky
He was afraid to get the sun in his eyes
The sun it burned a black hole clean through his head
And tumbling head first to the coldways he went

Come on the stars are shining on you
Yeah theyre shining on you