You've got your lights turned so they can see it
The very best of what you've got to offer
Tell them what your hands were made for
Tell them who your mouth was made for

You've got your profets and your mathmaticians
The vocal few will love a generation
Tell me what my hands were made for
Tell me who my mouth was made for

Please don't be mad at me
You get what you ask for
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

So very close to what you had expected
It makes it hard to keep my head up level
Tell me I'm what your hands were made for
Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for

And if you come down on me
Well, you'll get what you ask for
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

I, I want to get myself back
I, I want to get myself back
Onto the things that you promised me that you'd be
Now your hands are tied
And all the things that you promised me that you'd need
And now your hands are tied
come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on