Paroles de Dirt Finger

Sat in his car time goes so slow his face lit by the traffic glow. Waiting for the week's first score he told me there will be no more. As the sweats burn his eyes he's believing his own lies. It's cost him his family, cash and friends whom this addict must depend. Brown rock - mind rot - body shock - death's clock The deal is late he starts to cower as the news tells him the hour. He draws pictures as he waits but he cant stop those brown rock shakes Brown rock - mind rot - body shock - deaths clock. Dirt Finger (x4) At the sound of closing doors his eyes light up, his body claws at the handle to his own fate no second thoughts, no he can't wait As the final flame is lit he don't know that this is it! The local news will tell the tale of his demise in death's own pail. Brown rock - mind rot - body shock - deaths clock Brown rock - mind rot - body shock - deaths clock Dirt Finger (x8)