Paroles:
Deep Purple Fingers To The Bone

signed upon Always been this way It's the poor man who gets hurt All you ever work for Is to leave your footprints in the dirt You work your fingers to the bone

signed upon Always been this way It's the poor man who gets hurt All you ever work for Is to leave your footprints in the dirt You work your fingers to the bone

signed upon Always been this way It's the poor man who gets hurt All you ever work for Is to leave your footprints in the dirt You work your fingers to the bone

signed upon Always been this way It's the poor man who gets hurt All you ever work for Is to leave your footprints in the dirt You work your fingers to the bone

tombless dead. For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss, and his mind was mighty sot On a dinky patch with flowers and grass in a civilized bone-yard lot.

cocaine turns blue and stops breathing. Your collarbones snap like a snare drum hit. Your children start speaking hieroglyphics Your moon's deep purple