Tokyo Police Club - Hands Reversed lyrics
[Tokyo Police Club - Hands Reversed lyrics]
You've got to come into my
Kitchen for a crime
You've got to shoot me up and
Tie me to the kite
I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself
Because the breakfast of the champions
Is a hedonistic hell
Made of paper and glue you're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans, tin cans
You were always the first
But, I think you got your hands reversed
Hands reversed hands reversed
And cool for sure watching your weekends and
Your holidays combine
Trying to color in between the dotted lines
Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand
But when you feel like you're a million
Then I feel like I'm a grand
Kitchen for a crime
You've got to shoot me up and
Tie me to the kite
I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself
Because the breakfast of the champions
Is a hedonistic hell
Made of paper and glue you're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans, tin cans
You were always the first
But, I think you got your hands reversed
Hands reversed hands reversed
And cool for sure watching your weekends and
Your holidays combine
Trying to color in between the dotted lines
Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand
But when you feel like you're a million
Then I feel like I'm a grand