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Give Me Your Hand (Baby In A Backpack) Lyrics - Artist : Bull, Dan
Give me your hand in spirit
Give me your hand in flesh Give me your hand in living life Give me your hand in death Give me your hand in grief Give me your hand in grace Give me your hand in relief Give me your hand in faith Baby in a backpack The pack is on the front so it's a bum bag The bag is higher up and on a chest strap Norman Reedus got that baby In what's basically a backpack This grey place is Full of grey faces Day changes to night Tonight then they'll change places Strange cases Of unexplained traces Of our saving grace we remain gracious It's in our innate natures So we may just make it Through the acres of aches and pains for ages And if it wasn't for the aegis of fate We'd be just pieces of meat on a plate But we're so much more When we climb and then find what we look for For the razor's as fine as a tiger's claw While the rain in the sky just pours Give me your hand in humility Give me your hand in fear Give me your hand in fragility Give me your hand in tears Give me your hand in candour Give me your hand in pain Give me your hand in the baking sun And give me your hand in the rain Baby in a backpack The pack is on the front so it's a bum bag The bag is higher up and on a chest strap Norman Reedus got that baby In what's basically a backpack This rain won't wash away our sins Whether committed before today or since But all your virtues that you were choosing to hurt you They are cleansed Death usurped life's throne, overthrown Overgrown, overdosed, obey your prince Human nature's a frail thing Like a day-old infant pale-skinned Building bridges, building bridges Wielding kids, revealing rifts In the peeling edges of the fabric Of what's real in the tilt-shift pictures The gods are jilted, it just feels ridiculous Filled with wickedness Realness wilting with willful ignorance Real talk, it will steal your innocence Give me your hand in panic Give me your hand in haste I know you can handle yourself, but damn it Just give me your hand in case Give me your hand in hope Give me your hand in despair Give me your hand, I'll hand you the rope You can hang with me or hang there Baby in a backpack The pack is on the front so it's a bum bag The bag is higher up and on a chest strap Norman Reedus got that baby In what's basically a backpack Death Stranding Grabbing necks, strangling Out of breath, panting Sweat glands in effect and every hair standing up Headbanging like an egg scrambling Dismantling the myth Phantom in the midst Ambience, this anthem is a hit And so I suggest That you better get dancing To the best damn thing ever This planet has left in its habitat The actual sonic manifestation of a panic attack Dismantling the tabernacle of rational thought Everything that's ever happened has warped There's a tap at the door You better answer it, it's an evangelist Bearing a manuscript And if he's left hanging for a little too long There'll be death stranding, you'll be gone Give me your hand in dignity Give me your hand in doubt Give me a hand in giving me Whatever gifts you're handing out Give me your hand in sorrow Give me your hand and say That you'll give me your hand tomorrow Once you give me your hand today Baby in a backpack The pack is on the front so it's a bum bag The bag is higher up and on a chest strap Norman Reedus got that baby In what's basically a backpack |
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