Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands Up (feat. Mike Schank), artist - Kristoff Krane. Date of issue: 21.05.2012
Song language: English
Hands Up (feat. Mike Schank) |
| You’re a clean slate |
| Me I’m faulty wiring |
| Ditch the meat plate |
| Say hello to multi-vitamin |
| Live for today |
| Because tomorrow’s never promised friend |
| Lips disengaged |
| While we sit and watch the bottle spin |
| Pick around the scab |
| Without obsessing on the edges |
| You’ve learned how to act |
| But lack an honest presence |
| Fuckers got the map |
| But lack sense of direction |
| Now the path is full of litter |
| And the rats are on the rise |
| Yeah |
| You think the curse is in disguise |
| That size matters |
| Not in my book |
| Or by my chapter |
| Or by the light my eyes channel |
| By the time we analyze |
| The patterns of fireflies |
| Will bring alive atlas |
| Center in on a spine and remember |
| The cause for the crime is forever |
| Center in on a spine and remember |
| That God lives in all of us forever |
| For better or worse |
| Or for- |
| What it’s worth |
| My feathers are burned |
| And the weather here on Earth |
| Is changing temperature |
| So drastically |
| Paint a better picture of it |
| Like it’s your last masterpiece |
| But you’re never high enough |
| When you’re climbing outta love |
| And so the dirt you cover up |
| Becomes a diamond in the rough |
| Perhaps Im cowardice |
| And contradictive in my efforts |
| When it comes to blowing whistles |
| At such ominous endeavors |
| You too soon will lose consciousness forever |
| When you snooze you lose |
| Clues once obvious now never |
| The market is set |
| You know what they want |
| But you don’t know you |
| So you pose and you flaunt |
| With the clothes that you’ve got |
| over the bones |
| You lure ‘em in |
| And convince the fish they should swim |
| In the pond that you swim |
| Away from the mainstream |
| So they hop in your vessel |
| Come up to your level |
| And settle for the accessible |
| Meanwhile the ice age is frozen |
| And the higher-brained artists |
| Are floatin' in the ocean |
| Trying to reconnect with rain |
| I just wanna bounce your big heads off |
| An invisible wall |
| And throw you in a pig pen till you get sick |
| And finally evolve some wings |
| Uh |
| Now pull your pants up |
| Quit acting like a boy, |
| Boy man up! |
| Uh |
| Yeah, you gotta fan club |
| And now you’re panning to the camera |
| In hand cuffs! |
| Hands up! |
| Uh |
| Now pull your pants up |
| Quite acting like a boy, |
| Boy man up! |
| Uh |
| Yeah, you gotta fan club |
| And now you’re panning to the camera |
| In hand cuffs! |
| Hands up! |
| News reporters voice says: |
| «It's jerks like that that end up as supervisors…» |