Empty Hands - Mother Mother

I was given these hands,

I can make a fist with them,

But can’t understand

How to get a grip with all these people around,

Nothing seems to stick with them

They’re getting me down, and I pin them insensitive

And they ask me to lend them a hand,

I put it out but then they turn my hand down

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?

My empty, empty hands, hands

I was given this heart, I help with it stopping

But I can’t help it start, start by just agreeing with the people at large,

are they so unappealing

They’re just not that smart,

And sometimes it’s endearing

But now when I ask them to lend me a hand

And they just look down at me like I’m some hand-me-down gown

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?

My empty, empty hands, hands

I was given these eyes, I can’t see the truth

But I can feel the lies, falling through the roof

They’re making piles and piles, and after I deduce

I’d say that lies aren’t my style,

So it’s safe to assume that if I ask just if you’d kindly lend me a hand

You might just say that you do, but really not give a damn, damn, damn

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty

Why, do I take these things around my little empty

Why, do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?

My empty, empty hands, hands,

My empty, empty hands, hands,

Yeah