Terrible Hands

You stay out all night

I know cash is king

Why my surprise? I just don't know

You never, ever get me home

You call her my name (name)

Christening my jealousy

Fumble the edges of this skin

I guess I thought it was our thing, you know?

And your heart's in mine, but you tell me all the time

I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

You tell me some heavy shit

Your eyes roll back into your head a bit

I think you know to some degree

I'd take the bad parts of you over the good in me

Uh-oh, they say I'm a joke and it's sad because I know

I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

"We've never seen any of those love scenes

It's always been, Jesus, I either putting a skillet to her bottom

Or dragging her through sheep stuff in Ireland

But she always ends up looking beautiful

She - there's no way to make her not beautiful"

Terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands

Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands