You've got your lights turned so they can see it

The very best of what you've got to offer

Tell them what your hands were made for

Tell them who your mouth was made for

You've got your profets and your mathmaticians

The vocal few will love a generation

Tell me what my hands were made for

Tell me who my mouth was made for

Please don't be mad at me

You get what you ask for

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

So very close to what you had expected

It makes it hard to keep my head up level

Tell me I'm what your hands were made for

Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for

And if you come down on me

Well, you'll get what you ask for

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

I, I want to get myself back

I, I want to get myself back

Onto the things that you promised me that you'd be

Now your hands are tied

And all the things that you promised me that you'd need

And now your hands are tied

come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on