Fingers Become Thumbs - Future Of The Left

Ran out of limbs on our big day

We left our thumbs in the hotel

I hurried back in your red shoes

But on the door was a sign

We’re not alive, we’re not alive

We’re not at home for preg-er-nant callers (callers)

We’re not alive, we’re not alive

We’re not at home for preg-er-nant callers (callers)

And then the tale took a tall turn

The devil thumb made a man a slave

We traveled north to our new hutch

And on the door was a sign

We’re not alive, we’re not alive

We’re not at home for pregnant callers (callers)

We’re not alive, we’re not alive

We’re not at home for pregnant callers (callers)

My body double

My body double

My body double

My body double

My body double

My body fried, they’ll never take it alive

We’re not alive, we’re not alive

We’re not at home for pregnant callers (callers)

We’re not alive, we’re not alive

We’re not at home for pregnant callers