| Song | Fingers Fall |
| Artist | Ass Ponys |
| Album | The Okra Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ass Ponys | |
| Doctor, doctor, where's the doctor | |
| Wringing wet the woman hollers | |
| Bandage wrapped around her hand | |
| Collapses as they run to help her | |
| Help her up and offer water | |
| Did somebody call the doctor | |
| Loud machines so foreign to her | |
| Sent her splashing red against the wall | |
| As her fingers fall | |
| In the back a black piano | |
| Sits in silence what do we know | |
| Of it's past and of a time | |
| And of the place it occupied | |
| In the parlor with the daughter | |
| Playing for her drunken father | |
| Listening until he cried | |
| You hear it echo out into the hall | |
| As her fingers fall | |
| In a bra and underwear | |
| She's balanced now upon a chair | |
| A letter written, tucked inside | |
| A paperback, the rope is tied | |
| Around her neck and through the rafters | |
| This is it. she'll show the bastards | |
| Everything she said was true | |
| And now she'll be the envy of them all | |
| As her fingers fall |
| zuo qu : Ass Ponys | |
| Doctor, doctor, where' s the doctor | |
| Wringing wet the woman hollers | |
| Bandage wrapped around her hand | |
| Collapses as they run to help her | |
| Help her up and offer water | |
| Did somebody call the doctor | |
| Loud machines so foreign to her | |
| Sent her splashing red against the wall | |
| As her fingers fall | |
| In the back a black piano | |
| Sits in silence what do we know | |
| Of it' s past and of a time | |
| And of the place it occupied | |
| In the parlor with the daughter | |
| Playing for her drunken father | |
| Listening until he cried | |
| You hear it echo out into the hall | |
| As her fingers fall | |
| In a bra and underwear | |
| She' s balanced now upon a chair | |
| A letter written, tucked inside | |
| A paperback, the rope is tied | |
| Around her neck and through the rafters | |
| This is it. she' ll show the bastards | |
| Everything she said was true | |
| And now she' ll be the envy of them all | |
| As her fingers fall |
| zuò qǔ : Ass Ponys | |
| Doctor, doctor, where' s the doctor | |
| Wringing wet the woman hollers | |
| Bandage wrapped around her hand | |
| Collapses as they run to help her | |
| Help her up and offer water | |
| Did somebody call the doctor | |
| Loud machines so foreign to her | |
| Sent her splashing red against the wall | |
| As her fingers fall | |
| In the back a black piano | |
| Sits in silence what do we know | |
| Of it' s past and of a time | |
| And of the place it occupied | |
| In the parlor with the daughter | |
| Playing for her drunken father | |
| Listening until he cried | |
| You hear it echo out into the hall | |
| As her fingers fall | |
| In a bra and underwear | |
| She' s balanced now upon a chair | |
| A letter written, tucked inside | |
| A paperback, the rope is tied | |
| Around her neck and through the rafters | |
| This is it. she' ll show the bastards | |
| Everything she said was true | |
| And now she' ll be the envy of them all | |
| As her fingers fall |