Fingertip Bosses from Black Owls by Black Owls
A song about the special bond between a druggie and his dealer.
Tracklist
| 24. | Fingertip Bosses | 2:52 |
Lyrics
Time ticks on - it's machinery
prodigal son with your mask of thievery
blind chosen one - it seems to me
prudence has won unconditionally
dust to dust - angel dusted man
in god you trust - sleep in your garbage can
from riches to bust - with your snow white tan
listen to us, we are your biggest fan, man
Tinkering around with your sanity
you put the flat flat in flattery
it's not at all that it's cracked up to be
you ripped the art from my artery
reasonable losses - count them 1,2,3,4
dissolving choices on dirty hotel floors
and inner voices only asking you for more
the fingertip bosses come in to reassure
Credits
License
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Mennonite glam rock showcasing a certain proclivity to meld the majestic with the pitifully ordinary.