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    "The Rotting Strip" Lyrics

    Crooked Fingers

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    Blurry eyes half bent and I can't take you sober
    Tricking off the rotting strip that we've been trudging under
    We ducked into a dim lit room out where the river bends
    And turned to walk the burning bridge that we would build
    And crossed our hearts half hoping
    That we could both quit smoking
    And kick the booze and blow
    And one day go make something of ourselves

    Glory came and went the night we both slipped under
    'Neath the row of oil slicks and ancient ugly lovers
    Some they say the price you pay is far too much to spend
    But they don't know the cost is fair if for a while
    It keeps your heart from crumbling

    And we'd take what we want when we knew what we wanted
    When we wished we had something to lose
    You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl jeans
    I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do

    Boredom settled in and I can't take you sober
    Strewn across the rotting strip that we've been building over
    'Til nothing made its wicked way slow creeping into view
    Where we could watch the burning bridge that we half built
    Across our hearts now broken
    And we could both quit smoking
    And kick the booze and blow
    And one day go make something of ourselves

    And we'd take what we want when we knew what we wanted
    When we wished we had something to lose
    You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl jeans
    I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do

    So we branded our hearts and we toasted the stars
    Getting wasted by the light of the moon
    You were a two bit tramp - I was a low life lying scum
    We were a bad lay coming undone burning for someone to use
    This song was submitted on November 4th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Eric Emil Bachmann.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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