And if you come down on me
It makes it hard to keep my head up level
Well, you'll get what you ask for
Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for
Come on, come on, come on
Tell me who my mouth was made for
Come on, come on, come on
And all of the things that you promised me that you'd need
Tell them who your mouth was made for
You'll get what you ask for
I wanna get myself back
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Now your hands are tired
Come on, come on, come on
Please don't be mad at me
I, I wanna get myself back high
Tell me I'm what your hands were made for
So very close to what you had expected
The vocal fuel of a generation
Tell them what your hands were made for
Tell me what my hands were made for
All of the things that you promised me that you'd be
Come on, come on, come on
You've got your profits and your mathematicians
Come on, come on, come on
Now your hands are tired
