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)