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...






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