Finch the Flincher
๐ต 996 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:10 duration
๐ ID: 18640269
๐ Lyrics
Mr. Finch collects physicians, he calls them all his own
But each of them just looks at him and tells him to go home
Then panic closes in
I hope that whiney shit gets his
He might be sick, but it isn't catching
Though he's often left alone
In waiting rooms to wonder why his hands are always cold
He comes when he remembers why he's scared
(comes when he remembers why he's scared)
When the sullen gods of dirty things
Are calling out and holding him
Back from behind things he can't recall
At least not anymore
He hopes to write a book of them some day
And he can't believe how quickly things pile up
He'd wish to live forever if he had the chance to wish (up, up, up)
He always forgets the good things that he's got
He passed as an actor playing a spineless, flinching twit (up, up, up)
Well composed and polite
He hoped he'd be alright
If he kept dancing here
With his thumbs in his ears
But there was something catching up to him
And it had claws
And I know exactly what he thinks it was
But each of them just looks at him and tells him to go home
Then panic closes in
I hope that whiney shit gets his
He might be sick, but it isn't catching
Though he's often left alone
In waiting rooms to wonder why his hands are always cold
He comes when he remembers why he's scared
(comes when he remembers why he's scared)
When the sullen gods of dirty things
Are calling out and holding him
Back from behind things he can't recall
At least not anymore
He hopes to write a book of them some day
And he can't believe how quickly things pile up
He'd wish to live forever if he had the chance to wish (up, up, up)
He always forgets the good things that he's got
He passed as an actor playing a spineless, flinching twit (up, up, up)
Well composed and polite
He hoped he'd be alright
If he kept dancing here
With his thumbs in his ears
But there was something catching up to him
And it had claws
And I know exactly what he thinks it was
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.78] Mr. Finch collects physicians, he calls them all his own
[00:08.06] But each of them just looks at him and tells him to go home
[00:14.52] Then panic closes in
[00:20.07] I hope that whiney shit gets his
[00:27.52] He might be sick, but it isn't catching
[00:31.26] Though he's often left alone
[00:34.20] In waiting rooms to wonder why his hands are always cold
[00:40.58] He comes when he remembers why he's scared
[00:43.63] (Comes when he remembers why he's scared)
[00:46.76] When the sullen gods of dirty things
[00:49.66] Are calling out and holding him
[00:52.71] Back from behind things he can't recall
[00:56.69] At least not anymore
[00:59.53] He hopes to write a book of them some day
[01:05.22] And he can't believe how quickly things pile up
[01:12.47] He'd wish to live forever if he had the chance to wish (up, up, up)
[01:18.72] He always forgets the good things that he's got
[01:25.53] He passed as an actor playing a spineless, flinching twit (up, up, up)
[01:30.14] Well composed and polite
[01:33.53] He hoped he'd be alright
[01:36.39] If he kept dancing here
[01:40.09] With his thumbs in his ears
[01:42.89] But there was something catching up to him
[01:47.76] And it had claws
[01:55.96] And I know exactly what he thinks it was
[02:04.43]
[00:08.06] But each of them just looks at him and tells him to go home
[00:14.52] Then panic closes in
[00:20.07] I hope that whiney shit gets his
[00:27.52] He might be sick, but it isn't catching
[00:31.26] Though he's often left alone
[00:34.20] In waiting rooms to wonder why his hands are always cold
[00:40.58] He comes when he remembers why he's scared
[00:43.63] (Comes when he remembers why he's scared)
[00:46.76] When the sullen gods of dirty things
[00:49.66] Are calling out and holding him
[00:52.71] Back from behind things he can't recall
[00:56.69] At least not anymore
[00:59.53] He hopes to write a book of them some day
[01:05.22] And he can't believe how quickly things pile up
[01:12.47] He'd wish to live forever if he had the chance to wish (up, up, up)
[01:18.72] He always forgets the good things that he's got
[01:25.53] He passed as an actor playing a spineless, flinching twit (up, up, up)
[01:30.14] Well composed and polite
[01:33.53] He hoped he'd be alright
[01:36.39] If he kept dancing here
[01:40.09] With his thumbs in his ears
[01:42.89] But there was something catching up to him
[01:47.76] And it had claws
[01:55.96] And I know exactly what he thinks it was
[02:04.43]