My fist breaks your porcelain nose
There are other things that hands can do
To create or to destroy mini gods and goddesses
Keep the past the future is ours
Man made natural disaster
Blocking out all of the sun
Speed agility super strength
Wipe the of those knuckles
Spark it give me two’s on that
True say blud that when we ride
The Africans and the Bengalis
He knows all the rude boys
“Rer rer rer this shit is long”
It’s all getting quite highly charged
Get out the way or get f**ked up
We dance to the sound of sirens
And to think that these hands
Could work wonders with their touch
Listening to dead singers in your room
We dance to the sound of sirens