The Friend Catcher - Nick Cave

I, cigarette fingers
Puff and poke
Puff and poking the smoke
Touches the ground


You, your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound


Of sound


She, by my chinny chin chin [buying chilly chin-chin?]
Eee-oh Eee-oh
Like a zippo smokes the way
Hope, around


You, your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound


A prison of sound


She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh
Like a zippo smokes the way
Hope, around


You, your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound


I poke around...