Posters - Five Fingers Of Funk

Post flow flow my dome is still steaming 
Passing cheap hotels toward home to get dreaming 
The city sky is starless on foot because I'm carless 
But the thirty block walk from the spot is not the farthest 
That I've gone I move on kept company by neon 
Lights 3 a.m. tonight the air is like freon 
Fifty in my pocket not much but I can't knock it 
Getting paid to light the mic up like a bulb in a socket 
Flip the switch tonight I saw it in their eyes 
The Fingers kept it live the energy never died 
It wouldn't be denied 214 Burnside 
We kept their heads moving even kids outside 
You can see them on the street through the stage door gate 
Ten o'clock even when it gets late 
Pass the mic at the end of the night to Dave Queen 
Then come back on Tuesday check out Sid the Tennesseans Tony 
Green and Stella yeah I remember Tuesdays 
No bad things now bring me back to hear the new play 
I'll stay late with D.J. Sass until the next day 
Fuck Key Largo take me back to the X-Ray 
Take me back to the X-Ray 
My fingers are frozen my coat is soaked through 
My toes are past numb we've got a hundred more to do 
They're only getting wetter got to get another up 
Luke loads the stapler then he slaps the hammer shut 
Tack tack tack down the right then the left side 
If you see Five-O then you'd better step hide 
Wait until they pass and come around the block again 
Time to go back to work before this late night ends 
Over on my left he's holding up another poster 
Pushing up the corner as the staple falls close to 
His index finger as his breath lingers in the air 
Water trickles up his arm he doesn't seem to care 
He doesn't wear gloves they make it hard to grab the paper 
On a late night caper with a state of the art stapl