Mr. Fingers - Brainiac

I know how it feels when I need a disaster scenario I cannot have

My magic hand smacks me in the forehead and reminds me I can be so bad

Would you believe me if I said it was easy to file away my better half?

Lock me in a closet with my mittens on and watch me while I blow my stack

Now come unlock me you skinny-limbed blue-black stick

Nobody knows that I talk to my fingers

They tell me what I should not do

When I have no pain I stand on my hands and wait for the pain to come

I guess I’ll have to give my finger puppets up

Tell me if you want one

Mr. Fingers, I argue and look like a fool

Get back in my pocket

You’re sketching my cool

You make me so nasty

Here comes the girl

She’s not permitted to see my world, to see my world

Excuse me, missus

I confess I’m loving your architecture

Is that why your brother had me arrested?

If you see me out on the streets

You better get inside, get inside

Never ever tell them your deepest secret

And they won’t ask you to shut up

Mr. Fingers, I argue and look like a fool

Get back in my pocket

You’re sketching my cool

You make me so nasty

Here comes the girl

She’s not permitted to see my world, to see my world

Excuse me, missus

I confess I’m loving your architecture

Is that why your brother had me arrested?

If you see my puppets and me

You better get inside, get inside

My fingers are numb from talking too much