You've got your lights turned so they can see you The very best of what you've got to offer Tell them what your hands were made for Tell them who your mouth was made for You've got your profits and your mathematicians The vocal fuel of a generation Tell me what my hands were made for Tell me who my mouth was made for And please don't be mad at me You'll get what you ask for Come on come on come on So very close to what you had expected It makes it hard to keep my head up level Tell me I'm what your hands were made for Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for And if you come down on me Well you'll get what you ask for Come on come on come on I, I want to get myself back High I want to get myself back All of the things That you promised me that you'd be Now your hands are tired And all of the things That you promised me that you'd need Now my hands are tired Come on come on come on

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