Hands

It was a sellout just like the last 10 dates
But there was more here than a ticket price getting paid out
And that’s your bottom line, dollar sign
You’re now represented by the swine

You’re being packaged now just like a label on a can
A year from now you’re scratching your head saying “DAMN”
You felt the gloom from the room with the view
Swore that you’d never change, now you’re a robot too

It don’t pay to be the right way
When things aren’t the same today
I’m holding on
I keep pushing long & reach a sewer cap
However high I climb
I know a therapist told me once it makes no sense
To get involved with the people you’re against
But if you’re looking for sanity it’s gone, kid
Hasn’t been here since ’95 was the year
Can’t wage a war at what embodies what I’m fighting for
I work the streets because this business is a whore
It’s not so funny when I’m losing money everyday
Gotta keep the game insane ‘cause I ain’t playing anyway
It don’t pay to be the right way
‘Cause things aren’t the same today
I’m holding on, I keep pushing long
I reach sewer caps however high I climb
They’ve got my hands
They’ve got my hands
They’ve got my hands tied
Sellout, it’s what you hated now it’s what you are
still can’t get your fingers in the jar
you sucker, it’s what they’re paying you for
but the door’s not swinging open anymore
You’re being packaged now just like a label on a can
A year from now you’re scratching your head saying “DAMN”
Pick up the pennies now ‘cause pieces will be coming next
Guess you didn’t read the label for potential side effects
They’ve got my hands
They’ve got my hands
They’ve got my hands tied
They’ve got my hands
They’ve got my hands
They’ve got my hands tied, tied, tied