Jimmy got nothing made himself a name With a gun that he polished for a rainy day A smile and a quote from a vigilante move Our boy Jimmy just blew them all away He said it made him crazy Twenty five years living Hand to mouth Hand to mouth Hand to mouth Hand to mouth
Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep She needs her mother but her mother is dead Just another hooker that the lucky can forget Just another hooker It happens everyday She loved her little baby But she couldn't bear to see her living Hand to mouth Hand to mouth Hand to mouth Hand to mouth
I believe in the gods of America I believe in the land of the free But no one told me No one told me That the gods believe in nothing So with empty hands I pray And from day to hopeless day They still don't see me See me
Everybody talks about the new generation Jump on the wagon or they'll leave you behind But no one gave a thought to the rest of the nation Like to help you buddy but I haven't got the time Somebody shouted save me But everybody started living Hand to mouth Hand to mouth Hand to mouth Hand to mouth
There's a big white lady On a big white doorstep She asked her daddy and her daddy said yes Has to give a little for the dollars that we get Has to give a little they say its for the best Somebody shouted maybe But they kept on living Hand to mouth Hand to mouth Hand to mouth Hand to mouth
So she ran to the arms of America And she kissed the powers that be And someone told me Someone told me That the gods believe in nothing So with empty hands I pray And I tell myself one day They just might see me
Compositor: George Michael (PRS)Editor: Wham Music Overseas Ltd (PRS)Administração: Warner Chappell Music International Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2007 (02/Out) e lançado em 1987ECAD verificado obra #1927311 e fonograma #1266241 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM