These Hands - The Fat White Family

Some people have teeth

Made out of gold

Some people are in prison

Some (?)

On the edge of taste and decency is where I reside

I’m a holy man, you can see what’s inside

Another sausage sandwich on another cold day

What are all the little boys afraid of?

These hands, these terrible hands

These hands, these terrible hands

I wish I wasn’t socially inept

In every single way

My life adds up to less and less

With each passing day

I wish I wasn’t devoid

Of any ambition

I wish I understood

Nuclear fission

What are all the little boys afraid of?

These hands, these terrible hands

These hands, these terrible hands

These hands, these terrible hands

These hands, these terrible hands