Lyrics Mr. Fingers - Brainiac

Mr. Fingers

I know how it feels when I need a disaster scenario I cannot have
My magic hand smacks me in the forehead and reminds me I can be so bad
Would you believe me if I said it was easy to file away my better half?
Lock me in a closet with my mittens on and watch me while I blow my stack
Now come unlock me you skinny-limbed blue-black stick
Nobody knows that I talk to my fingers
They tell me what I should not do
When I have no pain I stand on my hands and wait for the pain to come
I guess I’ll have to give my finger puppets up
Tell me if you want one
Mr. Fingers, I argue and look like a fool
Get back in my pocket
You’re sketching my cool
You make me so nasty
Here comes the girl
She’s not permitted to see my world, to see my world
Excuse me, missus
I confess I’m loving your architecture
Is that why your brother had me arrested?
If you see me out on the streets
You better get inside, get inside
Never ever tell them your deepest secret
And they won’t ask you to shut up
Mr. Fingers, I argue and look like a fool
Get back in my pocket
You’re sketching my cool
You make me so nasty
Here comes the girl
She’s not permitted to see my world, to see my world
Excuse me, missus
I confess I’m loving your architecture
Is that why your brother had me arrested?
If you see my puppets and me
You better get inside, get inside
My fingers are numb from talking too much