Snake-Fingers

There's a lot of shady guys A lot of snake fingered creeps And you've seen them creeping Down the quiet suburban streets Heads in the clouds But they're cold and black Feet on the ground But something must have cracked And if you listen to their story They're bound to raise a smile And if you listen to their story You'll surely run a mile The chicken hawks are coming and They're dressing up like clowns And the distance in their eyes Is the distance back to town They've got that long stare They've seen it all before They can never get enough And they're back for more And if you listen to their story You're bound to raise a smile And if you listen to their story You're sure to raise a smile If you coloured this city All the colours of its dreams You'd be down in darkness You'd be sensitive to screams And all flesh is grass but For the moment it's meat So don't expose your children To suburban streets And if you listen to their story They're bound to raise a smile And if you listen to their story You'll surely run a mile Won't you?