Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

Arrested on charges of unemployment, he was sitting in the witness stand The judge's wife called up the district attorney Said you free that brown eyed man You want your job you better free that brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a

Help me learn to stand Use your hands 'Cause I've begun to think that I was nothing short of broken Help me fly again Lift me from the ground and To hold me by the heart Tell me I'll be whole again Hold me by the heart

So you lookin' for a good man To hold you with some good hands I heard you lookin' for a good man Somebody get you through the bad land Just like you know your southern stars always gonna come back out I’ll give you everything I got like nobody else you

On the side of the freeway in the car Hey Mr. Jack Hey where you at? Put your hands up Get out of the car Fuck you pig Seven a.m. morning Came to take us away

And somehow you left me neglected We've found our life's been changed We've lost it all The love is gone And we had magic And this is tragic You couldn't keep your hands to yourself I feel like our world's been infected, And though we tried

I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh The way we've always done before My hands are tied It feeds the rich while it buries the poor I don't need one more war Look at your young men

I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain

He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when

I don't even try Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Let the desert wind Cool your aching head Let the weight of the world Drift away instead