Candy Hands Songtext
von West Street Children

There is a man up on the hill
They call him Candy Hands
He auctions dreams and promises
All for a helping hand
A hand for an eye

Now Violet she went and taught herself to pay the band
For the loonies, drunks, and goonies, as she danced up on the stand
But her life was never forward, always moving in reverse
She had to take a chance for her bottomless purse


Dance, dance motherfucker
I don′t want to be your lover
I just want to be the one to hold your sweet hand in the night
Dance, dance motherfucker
I don't want to be your lover
I just want to be the one to hold your sweet hand in the night
So put your loving, faithless trust
In my candy hands
In my candy hands

Oh Violet she broke the curse, approached the crooked stand
Now pleading to your honour to break his golden hand
Guilty as a sinner in a borrowed suit and tie
Never felt more alive ′til she watched his soul die

Dance, dance motherfucker
I don't want to be your lover
I just want to be the one to hold your sweet hand in the night
Dance, dance motherfucker
I don't want to be your lover
I just want to be the one to hold your sweet hand in the night
So when the clock strikes 12 and you find your crystal shoe
Give a broken cycle "hoorah!"
Take a shot for the senioritas
Put your loving, faithless trust
In my candy hands
In my candy hands