Wrest Your Hands Songtext
von New Bomb Turks

Well, it′s the death to your soul, yeah baby
Yeah, the width of your mind
Play the hand to the man
Let's us touch up, up on the full in his mouth

Yeah, there′s a long walk ahead
But those cats that can't speak their soul
Should sense away
Put each other word

Yeah, as I call the shots before, you come by the stone
To find your long, your last chance at yourself
I don't get to jam into that fight
Wrest your hands from fate
And be your own god tonight
Alright

Ah, well it looks like inflation
Sunk your two cents to the dirt
Just meet you don′t have to buy into anything
Especially this


And there′s a long walk ahead
And those who can't speak their soul
Let the words flow and never shut up tonight
Yeah

You gotta call the shots before you come by the storm
And finally lost your last chance at yourself
I don′t get to jam into that fight
Wrest your hands from fate
And be your own, yeah, be your own god tonight

Take it off, baby, alright, woo

Yeah-yeah-yeah
And be your god tonight

Yeah, be your own god tonight
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Yeah


Be your own god tonight
Be your own god tonight
Be your own god tonight
Be your, be your own god tonight
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Alright, come on, woo
Alright