These Hands aka Danny Knife Songtext
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These Hands aka Danny Knife Songtext
I wish I wasnt socially inept in every way
I wish I could be a cartoon just for one day
Then I would stand with my heroes in time
Pull my weeds and drink my wine
What are the little boys afraid of?
These hands, these terrible hands
What are the little boys afraid of?
They wannabe in bands cos they wannabe famous
These hands these terrible hands
I wish I had fans, I wish I had that the life
And Id call myself "Danny Knife"
I wish I had dreams, I wish I had it all my way
Stand at long tall windows and say
What are the little boys afraid of?
These hands
These terrible hands
What are the little boys afraid of?
Puppy dog tails and snails
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
And I knew you when you were down
Crisp packets on the ground
Cause now they′re crying at the singer's name
They cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
But they don′t know why
What are the little boys afraid of?
These hands, these terrible hands
What are the little boys afraid of?
They wannabe in bands cos they wannabe famous
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
I wish I could be a cartoon just for one day
Then I would stand with my heroes in time
Pull my weeds and drink my wine
What are the little boys afraid of?
These hands, these terrible hands
What are the little boys afraid of?
They wannabe in bands cos they wannabe famous
These hands these terrible hands
I wish I had fans, I wish I had that the life
And Id call myself "Danny Knife"
I wish I had dreams, I wish I had it all my way
Stand at long tall windows and say
What are the little boys afraid of?
These hands
These terrible hands
What are the little boys afraid of?
Puppy dog tails and snails
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
And I knew you when you were down
Crisp packets on the ground
Cause now they′re crying at the singer's name
They cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
And they cry and they cry
But they don′t know why
What are the little boys afraid of?
These hands, these terrible hands
What are the little boys afraid of?
They wannabe in bands cos they wannabe famous
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
These hands, these terrible hands
Writer(s): Lias Kaci Saoudi, Alexander Sebley, Saul Henry Adamczewski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com