The Hands Resist Him

Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Mmmmm-mm-hmmmmm

Oh what a piece of work is man
How like a God is he
Look into the mirror, boy
And tell me what you see

You're very like a potted plant
You breathe and grow and take
And like a pot upon the stand
You're easy, so, to break

Your mother, in a flight of fancy
Can't see how you suffer so
Your father looks a nifty fifty
Though he's only thirty-eight

And I pray for them, for different reasons
Your mother and her fruitless show
Your father plows for a springtime season
Fifteen years too late

Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Aaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaah

Oh what a piece of work is man
How like a God is he
Look into the mirror, boy
And tell me what you see

Glasses for your eyes so blind
Aides for ears so deaf
Tubes to keep you fed and breathing
Teasing your friend death

How pleasant, though, how you must feel
Unknown to sin and earthly vice
Your mind and soul as pure as can be
The angels see right through your shell

And I pray for you, a different season
Pray that they might live again
And I pray forgiveness for this treason
For I am just another hen

But you can't see the world
You can't hear the music
You don't know what you are

Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Aaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaah
Ooooooooo-ooooooooooh
Aaaaaa-aaaaa-aa-aaaaaaah
Aaah

Your mother, in a flight of fancy
Can't see how you suffer so
Your father looks a nifty fifty
Though he's only thirty-eight

And I pray for them, a different reason
Hope you slip while you're still young
And I pray forgiveness for this treason
But I refuse to hold my tongue

Cause you can't hear the world
You can't hear the music
You don't know what you are

The Hands Resist Him
The Fates Will Twist Him
And He Sits Like A God In His Throne

Oooooooooooo-oo-oooooooooh
Hooooooooooo
Hooooooooooooooooooooooooh