Little Red Hands
Woke up in a foreign land
With the bright lights pointing
At you and your little red hands
Won't say what it's all about
When the lies are turning
Into something out of this world
They say that it don't mean anything
As we sit here counting the cost
It won't change if we don't change everything
On and on and on and on
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
I woke up in a foreign land
With the bright lights pointing
At me and my little red hands
We won't find another way
So what's the point in trying
You never heard another word
So spread it around
They say that it don't mean anything
As we sit here counting the cost
It won't change if we don't change everything
On and on and on and on
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We block it out
And keep running
These days are never ending
We block 'em out
They keep coming
These days are never ending
We block it out
And keep running
These days are never ending
We block it out
They keep coming
These days are never ending
Never ending
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
With the bright lights pointing
At you and your little red hands
Won't say what it's all about
When the lies are turning
Into something out of this world
They say that it don't mean anything
As we sit here counting the cost
It won't change if we don't change everything
On and on and on and on
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
I woke up in a foreign land
With the bright lights pointing
At me and my little red hands
We won't find another way
So what's the point in trying
You never heard another word
So spread it around
They say that it don't mean anything
As we sit here counting the cost
It won't change if we don't change everything
On and on and on and on
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We block it out
And keep running
These days are never ending
We block 'em out
They keep coming
These days are never ending
We block it out
And keep running
These days are never ending
We block it out
They keep coming
These days are never ending
Never ending
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Larkin, Haydn Mcgregor Ing, Adam Luke Montgomery, James Frederick Ing
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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