(The Jay Hauptli-transcribed version that appears, the way it appears here, on the enclosed lyric sheet)
The Micronotz "Forty Fingers"
PAY YOUR BILL-I'm not part of your scene, so convict me. Say I'm
not your kind, it's true. I'm not seventeen, so convict me. I've
lost my mind, it's true. Hey! You got to pay me back. Hey! You
got to pay me sometime. MANNEQUIN HEAD-You're just a mannequin
head. Brain is dead, feet are lead. Your son goes to bed, shaves
his head, you wish him dead. Too much going on, can't touch this
song. EXIT 301-Say you don't know me, nobody does. I don't want,
want to tell you, just because. Get it done, buy a gun. If living
is easy, and dying is dumb, I don't want to hear about it. Get a
gun, I don't want to hear about it no more. PSYCHODELI-You were
lugging around, delivering all over town, running around. I saw
your face and it wasn't mayonaise. So do it up, don't look down.
You and I, going down to the ground. Whoa, whoa, whoa. PUSH IT
OUT-Push it out, into the dirt. Push it out, until it hurts. You
don't look good to me. Push it out, you're leather. Push it out,
you're so together. You don't look good to me. FALL DOWN-Don't
you know I've spent my time on a sucker tested con man scheme.
I'm a shiftless, lazy, spark-eyed fool, blind to the lies of a
suckers dream. It doesn't matter. It might hurt if I fall down.
BLACK AND WHITE-I know when you're sleeping, when it's late at
night and the company you're keeping turn to black and white. I
wonder why I see you in black and white. 40 FINGERS-Black as
night, raining down on your head. Forty fingers. You say you want
it man you got it. Forty fingers. BREAKDOWN-I'm not having a
breakdown over you. And I told you what I'm going through. And I
told you what I'm going to do. I WANT YOUR SOUL-I've been running
and I can't slow down, got to get myself out of this town. But
you know I'm bound. I've been running since I don't know when. I
can see all of the sin and it's making me grin. And they say, I
want your soul. CARNIVAL FREAK SHOW-Clockwork clown plays a rag-
time tune. It's just a scream. Violent man in a violent room,
It's got to be a dream. Never wake up, it followed me. Man in a
white clown face won't let me be. And if I close my eyes, death
comes creeping. SUMMER OF HATE-Take a knife, twist it in, can't
see anything but my feet and fists in the summer heat. And you
don't know where you are. You better be sure that you pushed it
too far. I'll be waiting.back to lyrics home