***********************************************

Nick Cave & The Badseeds - 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 [buying chilly 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...