Finger Back Lyrics

Bend my finger back (snap)
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straightHit me with a wood bat,
Hit me with a canister that's fired while
The soldiers drive awayBend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for daysHit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee, like a son of
Freedom, never as a slaveIt's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby you're not anybody's foolBless me with a heart attack
A real crise cardiaque
And show me where to find the
Surgeon's knifeEviscerate me now (hack)
Take me to my punishment?
The punishment I needed all my lifeBend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on with strifeListen to my bum rap

Listen to the evidence exonerating me from
Being rightIt's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't
Ever shineEverybody wants you, but baby you are mine
Baby you're not anybody's foolYou 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[Repeat first verse]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[Batshit Ezra Koenig spoken word interlude]
Sing next year in Jerusalem
You know -- the one at W. 103rd and B'way?
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, blooooodRemembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna dieCondolences to gentle hearts who
Couldn't bear to try
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna dieRemembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die