Please don't be so naive No, you're not fooling anyone You're not as tough as you think The dirty second hands The dirty second hands Can't get nothing for free It becomes so predictable You start fighting to breathe The dirty second hands The dirty second hands
Here's the face of everything that breaks it down Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
With an army of me We invent our own enemies Man verses machine And the dirty second hands The dirty second hands In the land of the free And the home of the remedy The old clock is a thief WIth dirty second hands With dirty second hands
Here's the face of everything that breaks it down Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Are you really as tough as you think You blink and you're over the brink You bleed but the blood runs pink With dirty second hands Dirty second hands You're not quite as tough as you thought You bought the American wrought The very scene that you thought you'd shot With dirty second hands Dirty second hands You might be right The fight might be right inside you Know the blind leading the lied to So not leaving you blind You with dirty second hands
Here's the face of everything that breaks it down You bind you with dirty second hands Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down You bind you with dirty second hands Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
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Compositores: Jonathan Mark Foreman, Todd Cooper ECAD: Obra #24549806