Whitey Hands - Saturday Looks Good To Me

Sing into your hands 'til everybody understands

Exactly how you feel

Springs of silver sound dripping from your fingers down

Dripping from your fingers now

Hang your armor out

Stretch your arms above the clouds

Let your love be loud

Let your body be a house

Let your cries drown out the crowds

I can hear your heavy shouts

I can hear you handing down anything you want

(You can hand them anything you want)

Any handsome oblivious song

(grinning like a jack-o-lantern

Candy hands on Halloween

The halo hanging round your head was just the way it felt

You can make believe it or just keep it to yourself

Show it to your mother or just throw it down a well

Until it’s sticking to your fingers

And the skin around your clitoris

The ever-present evidence for everybody else

Dying with a million little invisible cells

Show it to your lover or just throw it down the well)

Every wordless voice and what they want to sing to me

Never said a thing to me

The billboards made me ill

But I bought it still

Their nauseating symmetry

At the end of everything we was

Hold your hands up

And let that be our love