I'm down here drowning in your fat
Praying for everything you lack
I'm just a victim of your fears
Praying that I'll disappear
One that requires me to stand
On the stage or in the street
Don't need no microphone or beat
And when you hear this song
If you ain't dead sing along
Bang and strum to these here drums
Till you get where you belong
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist, and you're gonna
You wanna be somebody? See somebody?
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist, and you're gonna
I wrote a song for you today
While I was sitting in my room
I jumped up on my bed today
And played it on the broom
I didn't think that it would be a song
But when I played it in my head
And I acted out each part
And then I took your picture out
I've taped you to my heart, dear girl
I've taped you to my heart
And if you pull away from me
You'll tear my life apart
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist, and you're gonna
You wanna be somebody? See somebody?
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist, you're gonna
We living hand to mouth, hand to mouth
Ecstacy, suffering, echinacea, bufferin
We aim to remember what we choose to forget
God's just a baby and her diaper is wet
I'm strapped to the teeth
A line between what is and seems
'Cause I'm about to go pow
I'm standing on the threshold
Because I'm about to break loose
Protect ya neck 'cause son
I'm breaking out of my noose
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist, and you're gonna
You wanna be somebody? See somebody?
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist, and you're gonna
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist, and you're gonna
You wanna be somebody? See somebody?
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist, and you're gonna