Songtext von Fingers

Never point unless it's your thumbs to your chest It's a small frame but someone has to fill it It's a small frame but someone has to fill it Like adolescents showing their adulthood While their friends sniff their fingers behind the bleachers Anything, anything, for a round of applause for a round of applause for a round of applause for a round of applause for a round of applause for a round of applause