Crooked Fingers - A New Drink For An Old Drunk Chords

 
         
         
         
         
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EWould you try ECould you buy Aa new drink Bfor an old drunk Its no crime To resign Misery with a bottle Awell you waBlked into town without makEing a Esound and you slipped as you slammed your face in the crowd and you tried to forget all the words that were said to deny all the things that you keep in your head Ewhen you came Eyou were new Abut today Byoure much older you were spent so you went to get used in the corner Awhere they kicked you Baround like a Erodeo clEown and it echoed through town they were beating you down and as they spread the word that you like dhow it hurt all at once you were cause for a pitiable cure

Chorus

EHours pass by I've Eforgotten ANight turns black cBause its rotten And we slide right to the bottom Our tongues made out of cotton Eyes sealed shut in a slumber 'till we hear someone mumble could you spare form the tumbler a new drink for an old drunk

Verse 2

now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner without light without grace where you wait for the slaughter when they spit in your face and the hours grow late as they laugh as they lie at the chill of your fate and you cringe as you bitch to forget how you hate all the doom in the pitiful room that you create