Good Hand Songtext
von Saintseneca

May the baying of the hounds
All rapping on your backbone

Only ever be just that

And the saying of the sounds
In your seances abound

Only with the kindest kind of spirits

And may you get a good gift
All the silver brushes

Fall in heaps about your feet

On your good hand
All meaning
May it get found out

I hope find you the hill
Where you′d like to die but still


Live on long beyond
Just because you can and will

And if you have to lose your hat

Lose your hat so that
Sly decipherers can search through it

On your good hand
All meaning
May it get found out

On your good hand
All meaning
May you just lie down

On your good hand
All meaning
May it get found out

On your good hand
All meaning
May you just lie down