Crooked Fingers Lyrics
Sleep For Sale Lyrics
Sleep for sale the time is ticking tired and stale
Your eyes are heavy drunken whales
Just one more round before we throw our money down
Before we lay our drunk bones on the ground
One of these days I'm gonna get some money saved
And spend it on your pretty young face
The ray of light from fortune tellers
Tricks one trick hustlers on packaged lies
We pacify the merchant peddlers with meat hook thugs in a slow decline
And you'll never find a better way to waste your time
A better bargain for your dime
So turn out the light the conversation's running dry
And darkness has so much more style
And darkness has so much more style