WHY? - These Hands lyrics
[WHY? - These Hands lyrics]
I wear the customary clothes of my time
Like Jesus did, with no reason not to die
Facing history with little to no irony
Like I'm some forgotten southern
City Sherman razed
Still hid under thick smoke
After all these years
These hands are my father's hands but smaller
Soaked in paint thinner
Until they're so dry coming together
They make the sound of resisting each other
A shrill squeal like two
Moving rubber tires touching
Hide nothing, hide nothing
Like Jesus did, with no reason not to die
Facing history with little to no irony
Like I'm some forgotten southern
City Sherman razed
Still hid under thick smoke
After all these years
These hands are my father's hands but smaller
Soaked in paint thinner
Until they're so dry coming together
They make the sound of resisting each other
A shrill squeal like two
Moving rubber tires touching
Hide nothing, hide nothing
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