Tricky Fingers

Lyrics
[Verse 1] When the real powdered sweetheart took a moment to reflect By the time she had awoke, there wasn't anybody left And apart from the melodrama, well, it just gets better from here It just gets better You see, mother was a lover of the truly accidental Had a wet sense of humor, and a Lincoln Continental If you're happy and you know it, well, it just gets better from here It just gets better [Pre-Chorus] Life is such a permanent gyp [Chorus] Those tricky fingers seem to rub you the wrong way They pull the levers in the big brain, gonna get your shit straight No chance to speak before the end comes No chance for thank yous but you're welcome 'Cause everybody's welcome here [Verse 2] And on those fat, hazy Wednesdays with a bittersweet neglect By the time that help arrived, she'd a thought that did inject That you know what they are thinking so you can't let 'em get you from here You can't let 'em get ya There's better ways to spread it on thick than with a spoon And since the knife is busy pointing, you should tell it to them true If you're happy and you know it, well, it just gets better from here It just gets better [Pre-Chorus] Life is such a permanent fix [Chorus] Those tricky fingers seem to rub you the wrong way They pull the levers in the big brain, gonna get your shit straight No chance to speak before the end comes No chance for thank yous but you're welcome 'Cause everybody's welcome here [Bridge] So the sky can fall upon you now And the wooled-over eyes can Find the light that gets between the cracks And watches them undress [Verse 3] Soon every weekend with the Christians in potato salad daze Everybody seems to be too drunk, so everybody stays If you're happy and you know it, well, it just gets better from here It just gets better from here Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh Whoa-oh [Outro] Those tricky fingers seem to, those tricky fingers seem to Those tricky fingers seem to rub you the wrong way Life is such a permanent gyp
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Credits
- Writers
- Seth Timbs