The Friend Catcher

Lyrics

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...