Like a tried and tested beacon
Cowardly fingers tap
Dumb as a claw hammer
In line to strike for trips
Hawkish isolationist
Incursion foist
Mugged aggrandizing
Maladroit pilloried parse
Fucking ancillary limbic
Overarch ensconced
Palavered exculpation
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
The true story left untold
It's coming to the grave (with me)
Nascent, grouse, lockstep, plaudits
Blithely sinister and circuitous
Prose-pose via gadfly
Fucking Capgras Illusion
Meets Stapelia Gigantea
The reek invades in multiplicity
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
I walk through fire
I walk through fire
I'll walk through fire
I'll walk through fire
There is hatred in these words
No crooked finger could finger
Despite how much you want it
There is loathing in these words
That no finger could finger
Despite how much you want to
I do my job and you will do yours
I do my job and you will do yours
I can count on my fingers (the times)
And I know I can count on you
I simply count on my fingers (the times)
And it always equals four fucks and you
Four fucks and an all of you
Four fucks and a you
Four fucks and a...
You pissed my pants with culled indigent stabs
Without a passing nod
To face intended target
Peccadillo, mellifluous
Tongue in permanent insert, firmly into cheek
Isn't it amazing how many will push a myth to maliciously propel a flawed notion chamber?
Fucking desiccated ordinal impugned
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
Walk through fire
There is hatred in these words
No crooked finger could finger
Despite how much you want it
There is loathing in these words
That no finger could finger
Despite how much you want to
I do my job and you will do yours
I do my job and you will do yours
I can count on my fingers (the times)
And I know I can count on you
I simply count with my fingers (the times)
And it always equals four fucks and you
Four fuck and an all of you
It's disingenuous, it's poisonous
So I'm calling bullshit on the whole distraction racket
You're all fakes
I do my job and you will do yours
And you will suck and then swallow
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lyrics for Finger me, the 8th song of the 10 recorded for the album Choosing mental illness as a virtue, with a total running time of 46:23, by Phil Anselmo. It was released on January 26, 2018 via Housecore Records, and produced by Phil Anselmo, Michael Thompson.
