| Song | On My Fingers |
| Artist | Iceage |
| Album | Plowing Into the Field of Love |
| They try to feed me in times of hunger | |
| But I refuse their generous hands | |
| Though I am a taker, an opportunist | |
| I’ve got longings no offer can stand | |
| Take a good look here | |
| Marble at this stunner of a being so profound | |
| He must be our saviour | |
| The second coming | |
| He has come here to waltz around | |
| I don’t care whose house is on fire | |
| As long as I can warm myself at the blaze | |
| Of burning furnish, cherished photographs | |
| Unrelated hell | |
| Come here and balance | |
| On my fingers | |
| They will be here for you | |
| When its all you have left | |
| I always lied to you, did you not know | |
| And I’ll put you in manacles, doesn’t it show | |
| Little bird land on my fingers | |
| I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings | |
| Can you transcend my force in your broken allure | |
| Flee in my shackles, I´ll be coming after you |
| They try to feed me in times of hunger | |
| But I refuse their generous hands | |
| Though I am a taker, an opportunist | |
| I' ve got longings no offer can stand | |
| Take a good look here | |
| Marble at this stunner of a being so profound | |
| He must be our saviour | |
| The second coming | |
| He has come here to waltz around | |
| I don' t care whose house is on fire | |
| As long as I can warm myself at the blaze | |
| Of burning furnish, cherished photographs | |
| Unrelated hell | |
| Come here and balance | |
| On my fingers | |
| They will be here for you | |
| When its all you have left | |
| I always lied to you, did you not know | |
| And I' ll put you in manacles, doesn' t it show | |
| Little bird land on my fingers | |
| I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings | |
| Can you transcend my force in your broken allure | |
| Flee in my shackles, I ll be coming after you |