Heater Hands Songtext / Lyric

You're talking to a witness

Of broken fingers

Oh you never give up

Bet you get the shit kicked

Ah from the winners

It's just half the fun



Don't heat the hands that hold your love

Before they hate you

Don't heat the hands that hold your stuff

Dropped out, knocked out, that's the way I like it



Tough is the backside of my hand... yeah






Make it to the witness

Who will be famous

Ah they always give up

Bet they get the shit kicked

They must be winners



Clocked out, knocked out, that's the way I like it



Tough is the backside of my hand... yeah



You wanted a miracle

It laughed in your face

You call it cheap entertainment

It spits in your face

You wanted a miracle

It spits in your face

You call it cheap entertainment



Tough is the backside of my hand... yeah