Songy from Stinky Fingers by Craig Johnstone

Five is a four-letter word
But you never say nothing that I've never heard
Always the same 5 fingers
Every day in the same old glove
Oh I am so sick of your love

Now this ain't in the key of D
Right now that just ain't the key for me
F is the key that I use
For unlocking these boxes of angst
Please no more go more no thanks

And all my days should be like dancing balloons
But these days are just like cold rocks
And if you find the door locked
Don't bother to knock, it's okay
I love ya but please go away
It ain't you but it's you who I'm choosing
To take all the blame

Pardon my dirty old hand
Erasing the footprints from the sands of your plans
I could really use a breath of fresh air
And a prayer and a burger and a beer
Oh Lord take me out of here

I held up a lemonade stand down the street
But still found I had the blues from my head to my feet
I need to see a good car wreck to cheer me
Or a house fire, or an old lady slip
Otherwise this day's just a bad, bad trip

And all my days should be like dancing balloons
But these days are just like cold rocks
And if you find the door locked
Don't bother to knock, it's okay
I love ya but please go away
It ain't you but it's you who I'm choosing
To take all the blame

• Hard Rock
• Rock
• alt-country
• cowpunk
• humorous
• punk rock
• Calgary