Crooked Fingers - Sleep for Sale lyrics

Sleep for sale the time is ticking tired and stale Your eyes are heavy drunken whales Just one more round before we throw our money down Before we lay our drunk bones on the ground One of these days I'm gonna get some money saved And spend it on your pretty young face The ray of light from fortune tellers Tricks one trick hustlers on packaged lies We pacify the merchant peddlers with meat hook thugs in a slow decline And you'll never find a better way to waste your time A better bargain for your dime So turn out the light the conversation's running dry And darkness has so much more style And darkness has so much more style