Butterfingers Lyrics

3 miles of headlights
Laptops and landmines
10 years of limbo
Mountains of molehills
Bite marks in pencils
Ballpoints and daggers
Goodies and baddies
All suited and booted and rolling in pig shit

I hope I don't blow it this time

Fingers down the throat
I think I should go
Unattended bags at
The end of the rainbow

Call in a favour
Safety in numbers
Photos of loved ones
Penknives with bells on
Batteries included
It's called butterfingers
Chocolates and ribbons its
Called middle distance away with the fairies

You look like you could use some sleep

Fingers down the throat
I think I should go
There's no treasure chest at
The end of the rainbow.