Pigeon Kicker Lyrics - Crooked Fingers - Crooked Fingers

Make way for the pigeon kicker 

Splattering the city wall 

Nothing ever seemed so pretty 

Nothing ever seemed so dull 

Past the line of cigarette trees 

Crooked cons and seminal thieves 

Fools and traitors and misfit saviors 

In full stride to rot away 

Sick with style and doused in bitters 

We'll be waiting drunk at noon 

We could never leave this city 

We can't even leave our rooms 

The drunken waste of rowdy wankers 

Slit your throat then spit your face 

Our fortune teller has gone insane 

In full stride to rot away