Lyrics:
Bitter Fingers

-las and la-de-das No more long days hacking hunks of garbage Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers

Translation: John, Elton. Bitter Fingers.

a friend Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end And we need a tune to open our season at Southend Can you help us It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers

for a friend Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end And we need a tune to open our season at Southend Can you help us It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers

life I guess wanting me must have been a steel blue knife And when night after night the scent of passion would linger You had to have the jewels wrapped around your finger

See me comin' to town with my soul Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holding onto the Devil I know All my troubles, I'll hang on your trigger

Siamese twins and the transvestite Five days since that awful brawl They still haven't got the blood off the wall It's been three days since the bitter

My fingers walk all over you I won't stop before you scream 'Cause I love you 'Cause I love you I feel your body on my skin You're the goddess of my

he lives where trouble never ends I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines And his days are getting so much shorter He simply turns away and dons a bitter