Your Hands

Broken hearts, broken jaws Lowly weekends break tonight Beaten fools, beaten dogs Stolen deals, inside jobs Coldly run fingers through again Swollen faces, beaten dogs All turn away and say amen When it's in your hands and you can't feel When it's in your heart but you can't feel you fell Know a little about nothing I know two things that's for sure I know a bit of everything Watch em cheating, watch em leave Going down, going, gone Watch them buried within reach Are you knowing what they're on