Heater Hands Lyrics
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You're talking to a witness
Of broken fingers
Oh you never give up
Bet you get the shit kicked
Ah from the winners
It's just half the fun
Don't heat the hands that hold your love
Before they hate you
Don't heat the hands that hold your stuff
Dropped out, knocked out, that's the way I like it
Time is the backside of my hand...yeah
Make it to the witness
Who will be famous
Ah they always give up
Bet they get the shit kicked
They must be winners
Clocked out, knocked out, that's the way I like it
Time is the backside of my hand...yeah
You wanted a miracle
It laughed in your face
You call it cheap entertainment
It spits in your face
You wanted a miracle
It spits in your face
You call it cheap entertainment
Time is the backside of my hand...yeah