Terrible Hands Songtext / Lyric

don't touch me

with your terrible hands

you don't know me

still your terrible hands

taint all of which

your little heart desires



you're so sold you can't see

you're so sold that you can't see

terrible hands are keeping you

from listening to me



T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S

terrible hands can't think for themselves



terrible hands

sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

yeah



i was fine with everything up until

gretchen got all up in my grill

superfriends with colored lips

make shitty diplomats






you're a girlfriend (no)

a punching bag

you're a puppet

in a masquerade

but funny looks on a sunny day

is all i wanna say to you except



we don't owe you shit

stay out of our business

what part of fuck off

don't you understand



terrible hands

sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

terrible hands

sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la



you're so sold you can't see

you're so sold that you can't see

terrible hands are keeping you

from listening to me



T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S

terrible hands can't think for themselves



terrible hands

sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

terrible hands

sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

terrible hands

sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la



T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-H-A-N-D-S

terrible hands

terrible hands

yeah!