FINGERTIPS
Lyrics: Phil Kominski
Music: Phil Kominski, Chris Bruno and Donnie Williams
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The first time I broke the law I was only seventeen.
I played a part in a robbery on 4th and Market Street.
And that started me down a path of crimes and larcenies
Up to the point where I stand now, broken by these streets.
And last year I stole a car from a man I’d never seen.
I didn’t know if he was rich or if he had a family.
And when he tried to resist was the moment that proved just what I am
For that’s when the gun I had went off in my hand and now
I can’t feel my fingertips.
I can’t feel my fingertips and it’s wrong
It’s all wrong.
My life is shot to hell and gone.
I can’t feel my fingertips
I can’t feel my fingertips
And I’ll try to move on but I can’t get past this thing I’ve done.
So I sped off, shrieking tires, fleeing from the scene.
I tried to gather my mind about me…if anyone might have seen…
I was so scared and deep in thought that I failed to see
The stoplight that hung above had turned to red from green.
I hit the brakes but it was too late as I slammed into a car
I woke up in a hospital with my arms cuffed to the head board bar.
Apparently the medics found my gun inside my coat
A gun missing a round and I was two blocks from the scene and now
I can’t feel my fingertips.
I can’t feel my fingertips and it’s wrong
It’s all wrong.
My life is shot to hell and gone.
I can’t feel my fingertips
I can’t feel my fingertips
And I’ll try to move on but I can’t get past this thing I’ve done.
Nothing’s getting better for me
My life will never be the life it should be
Nothing’s ever easy for me
No my life just don’t deserve one ounce of sympathy.
And now the only lines I see are the bars in front of me.
I do what they tell me to do and I eat what they want me to eat.
I still dream but I wake too soon and I wake up in a sweat.
Thinking of where I went wrong, I smoke my cigarettes until
I can’t feel my fingertips.
I can’t feel my fingertips and it’s wrong
It’s all wrong.
My life is shot to hell and gone.
I can’t feel my fingertips
I can’t feel my fingertips
And I’ll try to move on but I can’t get past this thing I’ve done.