These Hands Lyrics
| Song | These Hands |
| Artist | Why? |
| Album | Eskimo Snow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I wear the customary clothes of my time, | |
| Like jesus did, with no reason not to die | |
| Facing history, with little to no irony | |
| Like i'm some forgotten southern city Sherman razed | |
| Still hid under thick smoke after all these years | |
| These hands, are my father's hands but smaller | |
| Soaked in paint thinner, | |
| Until they're so dry coming together, | |
| They make the sound of resisting each other | |
| A shrill squeal like two moving rubber, tires touching | |
| Hide nothing, hide nothing |
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