Sing sing
thee and I
firemen shine the con artist’s name
find the Cincinnati in the Sabbath line
hanging up the bottom for
a bottom full of rain
clap hands.
the Clap hands.
clap hands.
the Clap hands.
I said run run
The Thunder and the son
son of a bitch
ain’t coming back here don’t go
fallin in the window
and a bird on the row
You can always find a shovel
a lap dance
Happy Hands
hands hands.
Happy Hands
hands hands.
I said one
hundred
dreams
going up to Harlem with
pest and jeans
fifty dollars
out of palettes and town
Nobody show
mister Nick’s eyes.
I said run run
The Thunder and the son
son of a bitch
ain’t coming back here don’t go
fallin in the window
and a bird on the row
always had a millionaire to
show a little Love.
Happy Hands
hands hands.
Happy Hands
hands hands.
I said one
hundred
dreams
going up to Harlem with
pest and jeans
fifty dollars
out of palettes and town
Nobody show
mister Nick’s eyes.
Sun
shine the real time
all the way to Baltimore
but I’m out of time
salvation
to wind up
they all went to heaven with
crabs you know
Happy hands
little clap hands.
have him hands
hands hands