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Them Crooked Vultures – New Fang lyrics
New fang,
No thang.
Had it made
To parade,
Found a sucker,
Now I want another.
Stand up,
Step aside,
Open wide,
Handing out and on
Until the feelings gone
Want to?
Yes, I do.
Wanna learn,
Taking turns getting carpet burns.
Loose lips,
Lipstick spit.
Come or go,
I think it's both I gotta know.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I think you've got me confused with a better man.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I know you've got me confused...
For a better man.
No slack,
Cadillac,
Couldn't quit,
Gums flap so
Here's your teeth back
Accept
What I left
Far behind in a time
When my mind was like a landmine.
Tailgate,
By the lake,
Too much, too young,
Every button gonna come undone.
Tightrope,
No joke,
Nothing left,
So you go baroque.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I think you've got me confused with a better man.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I know you've got me confused...
New fang, passing over
No point waiting around for
New fang passing over
No more waiting around-ah
New fang, New fang
They can't wait, no-oh
No thang.
Had it made
To parade,
Found a sucker,
Now I want another.
Stand up,
Step aside,
Open wide,
Handing out and on
Until the feelings gone
Want to?
Yes, I do.
Wanna learn,
Taking turns getting carpet burns.
Loose lips,
Lipstick spit.
Come or go,
I think it's both I gotta know.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I think you've got me confused with a better man.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I know you've got me confused...
For a better man.
No slack,
Cadillac,
Couldn't quit,
Gums flap so
Here's your teeth back
Accept
What I left
Far behind in a time
When my mind was like a landmine.
Tailgate,
By the lake,
Too much, too young,
Every button gonna come undone.
Tightrope,
No joke,
Nothing left,
So you go baroque.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I think you've got me confused with a better man.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I know you've got me confused...
New fang, passing over
No point waiting around for
New fang passing over
No more waiting around-ah
New fang, New fang
They can't wait, no-oh
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