The Friend Catcher

Lyrics for The Friend Catcher

I, cigarette fingers puff and poke puff and poking the smoke touches the ground you, your lungs and your wrists they throb like trains choo choo choo it's a prison of sound of sound she, by my chinny chin chin eee-oh eee-oh like a zippo smokes the way hope, around you, your lungs and your wrists they throb like trains choo choo choo it's a prison of sound a prison of sound she, by the hair of my chinny chin chin eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh like a zippo smokes the way hope, around you, your lungs and your wrists they throb like trains choo choo choo it's a prison of sound I poke around...