Hands Songtext
von The Great Dictators

Who will build a new sky when everything dies?
And who will build new sets of eyes when everyone loses sight?
Who will care for you when nobody cares at all?
Who will slide into this room and tear down the walls?

I don′t know if you can pray with your hands
Chopped up, chopped up
No, you won't ever leap with your feet
Chopped up, chopped up
My love, my love

Who will bite your tongue when you′ve lost your teeth?
And who will oblige you when they realize you're a freak?
Who will get born over and over and over and over again?
Who will cherish all your faults and follow you to the end?


I don't know if you can pray with your hands
Chopped up, chopped up
We got loads of creeps leaving you with your dreams
Chopped up, chopped up
My love, my love
My love, my love

My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love
My love, my love