Future Of The Left
Fingers Become Thumbs
Ran out of limbs on our big day We left our thumbs in the hotel I hurried back in your red shoes But on the door was a sign We're not alive, we're not alive We're not at home for preg-er-nant callers (callers) We're not alive, we're not alive We're not at home for preg-er-nant callers (callers) And then the tale took a tall turn The devil thumb made a man a slave We traveled north to our new hutch And on the door was a sign We're not alive, we're not alive We're not at home for pregnant callers (callers) We're not alive, we're not alive We're not at home for pregnant callers (callers) My body double My body double My body fried, they'll never take it alive
From Letras Mania