Amanda Palmer - Small Hands, Small Hearts lyrics
[Amanda Palmer - Small Hands, Small Hearts lyrics]
The winter killed it but the
Summer took the fall free world
Free market’s drowning islands
While we burn inside the wall
And I stopped looking
When the king put his hand over his heart
Yeah, I stopped looking when the
Censuses stopped counting us at all
One world six spoons
You better save them cause you’re
Gonna need ‘em soon new heels
Like knives
Totally useless if you’re into finding lives
And I stopped counting when they buried
My beloved in the ground
Yeah, I stopped counting when they
Told me that his dress was never found
They’ll know we knew (they’ll know we knew)
They’ll know we knew (they’ll know we knew)
This sick parade (this sick parade)
That’s ripping through
(that’s ripping through)
They’ll know we failed
(they’ll know we failed)
They won’t know why (they won’t know why)
But that’s exactly why we’ve gotta keep it
All on the inside
So let’s fill our glasses up
But only halfway up
Let’s hear it for the band
At least what’s left of them
Half of them had to go they had another show
We got some records and we’ve got the radio
Let’s fill our glasses up
But only halfway up
Let’s hear it for the bride
She had to step outside
Don’t know when she’ll be back
She got an urgent text
She’s needed on the front
There’s been a new attack
Small hands small heart
So small there isn’t any place
To put the dark soft state
Soft town but not so soft that we can’t
Pin them to the ground
And I stopped caring when the
Odds started looking pretty grim
Yeah, I stopped caring when I stopped to
Read the warning on the lid
Yeah, I stopped trying when the
Dolphins went on trial
Yeah, I stopped trying when the
Iceman took a submachine gun
And a bible out and he
Forced me down the aisle
This is your weapon this is your mission
This is your home
Should you choose to destroy it
This is your mother this is your maker
This land is your land
Now rape, baby, rape her
Big man big mouth
So big a rising sea can’t wash it out
Big plans big dick
Bigger than Jesus who’s a loser in your book
And I stopped living when the nice
Man said I didn’t gotta
Yeah, I stopped living when I found out
I could outsource it to someone
Game for change from making
Pocketbooks for prada
I stopped worrying the minute that
We got a bigger army
Yeah, I stopped worrying cause who on
Earth would fuck with us
We got alotta oil and we
Sure know how to party
And we knew (they’ll know we knew)
Of course we knew (they’ll know we knew)
This sick parade (this whole charade)
That’s ripping through
(that’s rippng through)
They’ll know we failed
(they’ll know we failed)
And bent the bell (and bent the bell)
But that’s exactly why we’ve got to
Keep this all on the DL
So let’s fill our glasses up
But only halfway up
Let’s hear it for the band
At least what’s left of them
Half of them had to go they had another show
We’ve got some records and we got the radio
So sorry blacks and whites
So sorry reds and blues
The beatings will continue
Until morale improves
Go wave that flag around
But keep it halfway down
It’s staying on it’s knees
Until the season’s out