Broken Hands Songtext
von Fraser A. Gorman

I′m a man, but lately you all seem to wonder who I am
I'm a boy, so won′t you let me be your evil toy
Voodoo, I'm alright
I got no soul, cause country music sounds to me like rock and roll
To an old hang up, time is there to be wasted
There's a love out there that you ain′t even tasted
So don′t waste my time
This old train track is bending way out of line
Hold me in your broken hands
I wanna feel your touch,
After all a few dollars is only worth that much
For a gentle guy, so tell me what you know Will I reap exactly what I sow?
So come on man, tell me the truth
Now you're shaking like a six year old wobbly tooth
String on the doorknob
Well you′re my friend, but is this the end?
So don't waste my time
This old train track is bending way out of line
Hold me in your broken hands
So don′t waste my time
This old train track is bending way out of line
Hold me in your broken hands