In The Palm Of Your Hand

Lyrics
If you've got me where you want me In the palm of your hand I'm walking down the road Leading to no man's land Rivers on my right and mountains on my left Like a funny cartoon We'll pray for the light and I'll pay for the filth When we hijack the sun at noon I was placed by your guardian angel To care for your interest You erected unholy monuments Never to be blessed You go to the dance on Friday night And your presence fills the room I ain't sure about your soul content Cos it ain't from your perfume We carvе our initials in the bark Your mom walking round for us in the dark, all right You go to the dancе on Friday night And your presence fills the room I ain't sure about your soul content Cos it ain't from your perfume So when you walk out Crushing flowers under your foot Think about your own fallout And how deep the wounds you've cut Who am I to speak? You might say And accuse me of trial flight I'm a substitute for the institute That's causing you the laughing
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Credits
- Writers
- John Fiddler