 I want my money back.
I'm down here drowning in your fat.
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack.
I ain't afraid of you.
I'm just a victim of your fear.
You cower in your tower praying that I'll disappear,
I got another plan,
one that requires me to stand.
On the stage or in the street, don't need no microphone or beat.
And when you hear this song,
if you ain't dead then sing along.
Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.
I got a list of demands
written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands
written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!
I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room.
I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom.
I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear,
but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear.
I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part.
Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart.
I've taped you to my heart dear girl, I've taped you to my heart
and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart..
I got a list of demands
written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands
written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!
Ecstacy, suffering,
Echinacea, bufferin.
We aim to remember what we choose to forget.
God's just a baby
and her diaper is wet.
Call the police!
I'm strapped to the teeth
and liable to disregard your every belief.
Call on the law!
I'm fixin' to draw
a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl.
Call'em up now!
'cause it's about to go pow!
I'm standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs.
Call up a truce!
'cause I'm about to bust loose.
Protect ya neck,'cause, son, I'm breaking out of my noose.
I got a list of demands
written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands
written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!
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