Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finger Back, artist - Vampire Weekend. Date of issue: 12.05.2013
Song language: English
Finger Back |
| Wrap it in a paper towel |
| Break a twig in half and set it straight |
| Beat me with a wood bat |
| Hit me with a canister that’s fired while the soldiers drive away |
| Bend my finger back (snap) |
| On and on and on for days |
| Hit me with a wood bat |
| Hit me like a Yankee |
| Like a son of freedom, never as a slave |
| It’s etiquette, you idiot |
| Spend time behind the line |
| Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don’t ever shine |
| Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine |
| Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool |
| Bless me with a heart attack |
| A real crise cardiaque |
| And show me where to find the surgeon’s knife |
| Eviscerate me now (hack) |
| Take me to my punishment |
| The punishment I’ve needed all my life |
| Bend my finger back (snap) |
| On and on and on with strife |
| Listen to my bum rap |
| Listen to the evidence exonerating me from being right |
| It’s etiquette, you idiot |
| Spend time behind the line |
| Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don’t ever shine |
| Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine |
| Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool |
| I know that I’ve been wicked and the road to hell is wide |
| Cursed by curiosity that made us go inside |
| Everyone was charming, but we took 'em for a ride |
| Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool |
| Bend my finger back (snap) |
| Wrap it in a paper towel |
| Break a twig in half and set it straight |
| Hit me with a wood bat |
| Hit me with a canister that’s fired while the soldiers drive away |
| Bend my finger back (snap) |
| On and on and on for days |
| Hit me with a wood bat |
| Hit me like a Yankee |
| Like a son of freedom, never as a slave |
| It’s etiquette, you idiot |
| Spend time behind the line |
| Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don’t ever shine |
| Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine |
| Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool |
| The harpsichord is broken and the television’s fried |
| The city’s getting hotter like a country in decline |
| Everyone’s a coward when you look them in the eyes |
| But baby, you’re not anybody’s fool |
| Sing next year in Jerusalem |
| You know — the one at W.103RD and Broadway |
| 'Cause this Orthodox girl fell in love with the guy at the falafel shop — and |
| why not? |
| Should she have averted her eyes and just stared at the laminated poster of the |
| Dome of the Rock? |
| And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, bloooood |
| And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, bloooood |
| Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye |
| I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die |
| Condolences to gentle hearts who couldn’t bear to try |
| I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die |
| Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye |
| I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die |