Empty Hands Mother Mother

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I was given these hands, I can make a fist with them
But can’t understand how to get a grip with all these
People around; nothing seems to stick with them
They’re getting me down and I pin them insensitive
And they ask me to lend them a hand
I put it out but then they turn my hand down

[Chorus]
Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty, empty hands, hands

[Verse 2]
I was given this heart, I help with it stopping
But I can’t help it start, start by just agreeing with the
People at large, how they’re so unappealing, oh
They’re just not that smart, and sometimes it’s endearing
But now when I ask them to lend me a hand
And they just look at me like I’m some hand-me-down gown

[Chorus]
Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty, empty hands, hands