Hunters & Collectors - The Finger Lyrics

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The Finger

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What Are The Lyrics For The Finger By Hunters & Collectors?
Took a lie, took a lie, took a lifetime
Took a lie, took a lie, took a lifetime Driven under 20k of rain I had to crawl, I had to beg, I had to pay for it through the nose To get into this tiny shiftless room With the barheater broken And the stale chips in the oven And the fly there on the table With its legs stuck in the butterblock Well here it is, here it is The one place that's small enough to hold a finger tight A well-oiled rat's nest on a shapeless summer night Shapeless summer night I fanged it, I fanged it I fanged it, I fanged it I fanged it, I fanged it I fanged it, I fanged it Took a lie, took a lie, took a lifetime It took a lie, took a lie, took a lifetime We made the whole building sway Made the whole city shudder You off in one corner and me back here in the other Well here it is Here it is The one place that's small enough to hold a finger tight A well-oiled rat's nest on a shapeless summer night Shapeless summer night I fanged it, I fanged it I fanged it, I fanged it I fanged it, I fanged it I fanged it, I fanged it |
Who Wrote The Finger By Hunters & Collectors?
Douglas James Falconer, Jeremy Stuart Smith, John Albert Howard, John Melville Lee Archer, Mark Jeremy Seymour, Michael Bernard Waters, Robert David Miles
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What's The Duration Of The The Finger By Hunters & Collectors?The duration of The Finger is 4:27 minutes and seconds. |
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