Don't touch me
Hands all over the eastern border
You know what I think we're falling
From composure
Hands all over western culture
Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures
Into vultures
Got my arms around baby brother
Put your hands away
Your gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother
Kill your mother
And I love her, yeah
I love her
Hands all over the coastal waters
The crew men thank her
Then lay down their oily blanket
Hands all over the inland forest
In a striking motion trees fall down like dying soldiers
Yeah like dying soldiers
Got my arms around baby brother
Put your hands away
Your gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother
Kill your mother
And I love her, yeah
I love her
I love her
Hands all over the peasants daughter
She's our bride she'll never make it out alive
Hands all over words I utter
Change them into things you want to
Like balls of clay
Put your hands away
Yeah, put your hands away
Put your hands away
Gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother
And I love her
I love her
I love her
I love her
And she loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hands all over the eastern border
You know what I think we're falling
From composure
Hands all over western culture
Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures
Into vultures
Got my arms around baby brother
Put your hands away
Your gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother
Kill your mother
And I love her, yeah
I love her
Hands all over the coastal waters
The crew men thank her
Then lay down their oily blanket
Hands all over the inland forest
In a striking motion trees fall down like dying soldiers
Yeah like dying soldiers
Got my arms around baby brother
Put your hands away
Your gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother
Kill your mother
And I love her, yeah
I love her
I love her
Hands all over the peasants daughter
She's our bride she'll never make it out alive
Hands all over words I utter
Change them into things you want to
Like balls of clay
Put your hands away
Yeah, put your hands away
Put your hands away
Gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother
And I love her
I love her
I love her
I love her
And she loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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"Hands all over Western culture
Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures"
Eagles -> The west was inhabited by noble, nature-conscious people. The nobility and grace of the eagle (a now endangered species) essentially represents the state of the Americas prior to colonisation.
Vultures -> The colonists brought capitalism and greed with them, corrupting the west. The fact the the bald eagle is an American icon adds irony to these lyrics.
"In a striking motion trees fall down
Like dying soldiers"
Another reference to colonialism and the wars that occured during those times.
Awesome lyrics from CC, as usually.
it says "turning eagles into vultures" that could be about how america (eagle) the wonderful beautiful nation has become a vulture and is just picking at the scraps of our dying planet.
that then ties into "gonna kill your mother" which probably refers to earth (mother), and how were killing it. and of course when he says "and i love her" hes not being creepy and saying he loves your mom, hes saying he loves the earth and doesnt want it to die.
then when it gets to "crewmen thank her then lay down their oily blanket" hes probably talking about crewmen on freighters being glad that theres water to sail on or something, then polluting it with oil from the ship.
the part of "In a striking motion trees fall down Like dying soldiers" hes talking about the people clearcutting forests, and falling down like dying soldiers is like an analogy of a war between man and nature and how nature is being destroyed.
then he gets to "Hands all over the words I utter Change them into what you want to Like balls of clay Put your hands away" hes actually telling us not to overanalyze his lyrics, which in a way makes asses out of all of us! on that note, im gonna stop overanalyzing his lyrics.