Tell me what my hands were made for.

[judecorp]

You've got your lights turned so they can see you...
The very best of what you've got to offer.
Tell them what your hands were made for.
Tell them who your mouth was made for.
You've got your profits and your mathematicians
The vocal fuel of a generation.
Tell me what my hands were made for.
Tell me who my mouth was made for.

And please don't be mad at me, well you'll get what you ask for.
So come on come on come on, come on come on come on

So very close to what you had expected
It makes it hard to keep my head up level
Tell me I'm what your hands were made for
Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for

And if you come down on me, well you'll get what you ask for.
So come on come on come on, come on come on come on

And I, I want to get myself back high...I want to get myself back
Tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight

All of the things that you promised me that you'd be
Now your hands are tired...But I was nice
Yeah I was nice, but I'd give mine for one night
One night one night

I will not give up, I will not give up, I will not give up
What do you know? What do you know? What do you know?

And all of the things that you promised me that you'd need
Now my hands are tired. Come on come on come on.