Do you recall our acting in the scientific plays?
What does the fittest mean, anyway?
What do you call a man
With no arms on a pile of legs?
Thank god for hands, everyday
Everybody warms me cold
This blood pumping is getting old
Listen to us die and count the ways
Running and running won't get you a stay
So, what do you call a man
With no arms on a pile of legs?
Thank god for hands, everyday
What do you do when you're cursed
And can't leave your home?
You are not beaten, you are not alone
What do you do when you're cursed
And can't leave your home?
You are not beaten, you are not alone
Thank god for hands, everyday
Thank god for hands