Crooked Fingers - Our New Favorite lyrics

In the wake of our new favorite the old familiar used up face crept up from the crowded bottom of the barrel and drew a plan, a scam of scandals housed in empty contraband such a sad shame we got nothing for their slaughter how can we say we've seen the light when we're only out at night in some overcrowded room waiting for our time to lose While on the make our new favorite lost his grip and fell from grace as some brand new king came creeping toward the alter we kept safe, we just gave up chalk one up for our good taste such a sad thing when you've got nothing to offer in the black hole of our eyes there's no heat and there's no light just an overcrowded room waiting for our time to lose