Back Of My hand Songtext / Lyric

I hear a preacher on the corner

Ranting like a crazy man

He says that trouble, troubles are coming

I can read it like the back of my hand



I see love, I see misery

Jamming side by side on the stage

In the wind, some mournful melody

I can read it like the back of my hand






The back of my hand

Oh yeah



Oh yeah



I see dreams, I see visions

Images I don't understand

I see Goya's paranoias

I can read it like the back of my hand

Read it like the ah, ah, ah, ah



Well, read it like the back of my hand

Oh yeah, woah yeah

Woah yeah

Read it like the back of my hand