small hands, small hearts

small hands

small heart

the winter killed it but the summer took the fall

free world

free market's drowning islands

while we burn inside the wall

and i stopped looking

when the king put his hand over his heart

yeah

i stopped looking when the

censuses stopped counting us at all

one world

six spoons

you better save them cause you're gonna need 'em soon

new heels

like knives

totally useless if you're into finding lives

and i stopped counting when they buried

my beloved in the ground

yeah

i stopped counting when they

told me that his dress was never found

they'll know we knew

they'll know we knew

this sick parade

that's ripping through

they'll know we failed

they won't know why

but that's exactly why we've gotta keep it

all on the inside

so

let's fill our glasses up

but only halfway up

let's hear it for the band

at least what's left of them

half of them had to go

they had another show

we got some records and

we've got the radio

let's fill our glasses up

but only halfway up

let's hear it for the bride

she had to step outside

don't know when she'll be back

she got an urgent text

she's needed on the front

there's been a new attack

small hands

small heart

so small there isn't any place to put the dark

soft state

soft town

but not so soft that we can't pin them to the ground

and i stopped caring when the odds started looking pretty grim

yeah

i stopped caring when i stopped to read the warning on the lid

yeah

i stopped trying when the dolphins went on trial

yeah

i stopped trying when the iceman took a submachine gun

and a bible out and he forced me down the aisle

this is your weapon

this is your mission

this is your home

should you choose to destroy it

this is your mother

this is your maker

this land is your land

now rape

baby

rape her. big man

big mouth

so big a rising sea can't wash it out

big plans

big dick

bigger than jesus who's a loser in your book

and i stopped living when the nice man said i didn't gotta

yeah

i stopped living when i found out i could outsource it to someone

game for change from making pocketbooks for prada

i stopped worrying the minute that we got a bigger army

yeah

i stopped worrying cause who on earth would fuck with us

we got alotta oil and we sure know how to party

and we knew

of course we knew

this sick parade

that's ripping through

they'll know we failed

and bent the bell

but that's exactly why we've got to keep this all on the dl

so

let's fill our glasses up

but only halfway up

let's hear it for the band

at least what's left of them

half of them had to go

they had another show

we've got some records and

we got the radio

so sorry blacks and whites

so sorry reds and blues

the beatings will continue

until morale improves

go wave that flag around

but keep it halfway down

it's staying on it's knees

until the season's out