Glass Hand - Vundabar

They wore it like fashion

Shedding an old sin

Our word the condemned

Keep our stones a castin'

But that ain’t me man

You know that that ain’t me man

But that ain’t me man

You know, that couldn’t be me 'cause

I’m not the one that died

Shot down right outside

And who to point the finger at, when finger points right back

So this is today’s error

So this is today’s error

With his mind at the station

A mild altercation went down

With his lanky look of steel and a knuckle full of glass

Hand

But that ain’t me man

You know that ain’t me man

That ain’t me man

No, that couldn’t be me 'cause

I’m not the one that died

Shot down right outside

And who to point the finger at, when finger points right back

So this is today’s famine

So this is today oh well?

I’m not the type to tie up a cree till I’m only what I’m not

I am only what I bought

No I didn’t light the fire you know make no one from water

I’m just a dedicated follower of fashion

'Cause I’m not the one that died

'Cause I’m on your side

And who to point the finger at, when finger points right back