The Friend Catcher Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

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...