Take Your Hands Off It

Well, get your dirty hands off my Constitution now It was written down, you can't tear it down Hear me talking to you, buddy I swear it's true Take your hands off it, you know it don't belong to you, no, no Now get your greasy hands off my Bill of Rights It was written right, you can't make it wrong You can't stop me singing this true lonesome song, oh no Take your hands off it, you know it don't belong to you Get your greasy stinking hands off my voting rights I'll vote how I please, I'll vote how I choose You can spend your money but in the end you're bound to lose I think you will You can't Jim Crow down my vote 'Cause you know it don't belong to you And get your greedy hands off the Union now With your sweatshop kid in distant foreign lands They might be locked down but the world is watching too They're watchin' That's our sisters and brothers You know they don't belong to you They really don't Now what's your sanctimonious hands Doin' in my reproductive rights? Get them out of there, that's none of your affair You don't speak to God, you know he don't belong to you, oh no You ain't talking to him, you know he don't belong to you So get your bloody hands off the people of the world And your war machine and your corporation thieves That lets you keep your job and pays your salary Your dirty salary Take your hands off us, you know we don't belong to you Take your hands off us Take your hands off us Well, take your hands off us Better take your hands off us Take your hands off us You know it don't belong to you