Fat White Family - These Hands lyrics
[Fat White Family - These Hands lyrics]
Some people have teeth made out of gold
Some people are in prison some
On the edge of taste and decency
Is where I reside
I'm a holy man, you can see what's inside
Another sausage sandwich on another cold day
What are all the little boys afraid of?
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
I wish I wasn't socially inept
In every single way
My life adds up to less and less
With each passing day
I wish I wasn't devoid of any ambition
I wish I understood nuclear fission
What are all the little boys afraid of?
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
Some people are in prison some
On the edge of taste and decency
Is where I reside
I'm a holy man, you can see what's inside
Another sausage sandwich on another cold day
What are all the little boys afraid of?
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
I wish I wasn't socially inept
In every single way
My life adds up to less and less
With each passing day
I wish I wasn't devoid of any ambition
I wish I understood nuclear fission
What are all the little boys afraid of?
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands