Thank God For Hands Lyrics

Do you recall our acting in the scientific plays?What
does the fittest mean, anyway?
What do you call a man
with no arms on a pile of legs?
Thank god for hands, everyday.
Everybody warms me cold.
This blood pumping is getting old.
Listen to us die and count the ways.
Running and running won't get you a stay.

So, what do you call a man with no arms on a pile of legs?
Thank god for hands, everyday.
What do you do when you're cursed
and can't leave your home?
You are not beaten, you are not alone.
What do you do when you're cursed
and can't leave your home?
You are not beaten, you are not alone.
Thank god for hands, everyday.
Thank god for hands.

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