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?