No way, just a feeling that's felt on
Like a stinking bog
Deep down in the thick of the wicked
There's a little blood
Folks quit when there's nothing to quit on
A sucker punch
I'm a rip in a fantasy
So are you

Deep throat at the tip of the unknown
It comes up again
Trying to stand when there's nothing to stand on
Make a little room
Kickback from a wiffle bat
Surface like a dew
One gift if it gets to that
Got one for you

Fingers everyone
Fingers everyone
Fingers everyone
Fingers everyone
Fingers everyone
Fingers everyone
Fingers everyone
Fingers everyone