Vampire Weekend - Finger Back lyrics

Bend my finger back (snap) Wrap it in a paper towel Break a twig in half and set it straight Hit me with a wood bat, Hit me with a canister that's fired while The soldiers drive away Bend my finger back (snap) On and on and on and on for days Hit me with a wood bat Hit me like a Yankee, like a son of Freedom, never as a slave It's etiquette, you idiot Spend time behind the line Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine And baby you're not anybody's fool sponsored links Bless me with a heart attack A real crise cardiaque And show me where to find the Surgeon’s knife Eviscerate me now (hack) Take me to my punishment? The punishment I needed all my life Bend my finger back (snap) On and on and on and on with strife Listen to my bum rap Listen to the evidence exonerating me from Being right It's etiquette, you idiot Spend time behind the line Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't Ever shine Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine Baby you're not anybody's fool You know that I’ve been wicked and the Road to hell is wide Cursed by curiosity that made Us go inside Everyone was charming but we took 'em for a ride Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool [Repeat first verse] The harpsichord is broken and the Television's fried The city's getting hotter like a Country in decline Everyone's a coward when you look Them in the eyes But baby, you're not anybody's fool Sing next year in Jerusalem You know -- the one at W. 103rd and B'way? Cause this Orthodox girl fell in love with the guy at the falafel shop And why not? Should she have averted her eyes and just stared at the laminated poster of the Dome of the Rock? And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, bloooood And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, bloooood Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die Condolences to gentle hearts who Couldn’t bear to try I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die