It's the American dream
But if you pull on the thread, it's gonna tear at the seam
See what I mean?
We don't tend to scream, baby, we just stare at the screen
Like it's a preacher-man up at the pulpit
Some with the scars end up holding the bullwhip
Another angry kind unloading the forklift
And I could tie a pretty bow in this bullshit
But let's not lie for another second
We see the trouble with rubber-neckin', no double-checkin'
If it's an issue we have to grapple
The words are caught in my Adam's apple
I make my body a happy chapel
'Cause every person's a tabernacle
And there's no feeling you gotta hide
So, let's all pray to the god inside
Sing it, now
Never needed a hand 'til you needed a hand
You never know how to walk until you understand
Could have been anything that you needed to be
How many more do you want?
How many more do you need?
Still, I wish I could break free
(Ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhh-ahhh)
It's that same, old, simple song
I still believe
How many more do we need
(Ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhh-ahhh)
Before it's hand over hand?
Love over everything
That's me with the long arm
Screamin' at the top dog
Spillin' my blood on the cement
We willin' to roll now
Sick of getting' mowed down
Fuck, if I don't now, they'll kill me
'Cause I'd rather be know for the dealin'
Than known to be hooked on the feelin'
How many more gotta go, now?
How many more gotta go down?
I'll stand in the rain wit'cha
Just to get a little bit of glimpse of the pain
But you people need a pinch just to get 'em to wake up
You'll be in the ditch 'fore I getcha to wake up
Say, bruh
Whoever said it wasn't fair, they was tellin' the truth
I'd be a liar if I said there was nothin' to prove
Never needed a hand 'til you needed a hand
You never know how to walk until you understand
Could have been anything that you needed to be
How many more do you want?
How many more do you need?
Still, I wish I could break free
(Ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhh-ahhh)
It's that same, old, simple song
I still believe
How many more do we need
(Ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhh-ahhh)
Before it's hand over hand?
Love over everything
They say we gotta know our role
Kiss the bottom of the totem pole
Set goals, and then go for gold
But we hibernate and hide inside our gopher holes
I wanna smoke a bowl
A hand on my dick while the other one is busy clickin' the remote control
I'm no Dalai Lama of the sofa
But I hear I got to go to where the sinners face the roastin' coals
You say that your heart ain't got no holes
Well, bitch, please
Let's all admit that we've got souls like Swiss cheese
But wishin' isn't gonna fill this abyss
And no hand over hand over fisted riches is fixin' what's missin'
If I wanna kill this monotony
I know the answer is a light that I got in me
I got no university degree of philosophy
But I know that every baby's born with a lock and key
Sing it, now
Never needed a hand 'til you needed a hand
You never know how to walk until you understand
Could have been anything that you needed to be
How many more do you want?
How many more do you need?
Still, I wish I could break free
(Ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhh-ahhh)
It's that same, old, simple song
I still believe
How many more do we need
(Ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhh-ahhh)
Before it's hand over hand?
Love over everything
