Our New Favorite Lyrics - Breaks In The Armor - Crooked Fingers

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