Lyrics Red Right Hand - Quiet Company

Red Right Hand

I hope you don’t think I give a fuck
I hope you don’t think I give a fuck
But now and then I start to see it
I’m always trying to give it up
I’m always trying to give it up
But it’s not so easy to abandon
It’s the orneriest branch in the spoke of the plan
As I am going to town with my red right hand
I’m tired of spilling the seed of a celibate man
Give me life, give me lust, take me home
I will decide when you’ve had enough
I hope you know I’m inclined to be generous
You’re such a sweetheart I’ll eat you up
Oh, I just want you no make-up on
All I want on the couch in your living room
Is just to see what our bodies do
What you do to me, what I’ll do to you
And it’s the process of pulling a heart from a chest
And as she whispers my name as I’m tasting her breast
It’s just a product of living a life so repressed
We get off, then I go home alone
I hope you don’t think I give a fuck
I hope you don’t think I give a fuck
No, no, no!
I am the prodigal brother, the lion, the lamb
I am a snake in the grass and a bird in the hand
Cause there’s a change in the tide, there’s a shift in the wind
And I’m tired of being alone
Give me life, give me lust, take me home
Give me life, give me lust, take me…