Straight Up The Dial - Hooded Fang

When its straight up the dial

Everything is fluttered with a glow

He crosses his thumbs and flaps the rest

But nothing is casted anywhere

Not looking for sympathy

Just need some tenderness

When the weather gets overgrown

And everyone’s left town

There’s no one else around

Little prisms come fallin' down

Gathering in the gutters and the grooves

His splashes driftin' by

Sees his face in the pavement sky

No sign of him in there

Not looking for tenderness

Just need some sympathy

When the weather gets overgrown

And everyone’s left town

There’s no one else around

He turns up corners

That you can pawn

But stare awhile

You’ll see

His soul has gone