It's the American dream, but if you pull on the thread, it's gonna tear at the seam. See what I mean? We don't tend to scream, baby, we just stare at the screen. Like it's a preacher, man, up at the pulpit. Some with the scars, and they're pulled in the bullwhip. Another angry kid unloading a full clip. And I can take a pretty bow in this bullshit. But let's not lie for another second. We see the trouble, we're rubbing neck in a double checking. If it's an issue, we have to grapple. The words are codderman, Adam's apple. I make my body a happy chapel, cause every person's a tabernacle. And there's no feeling you gotta hide. So let's all pray to the God inside, say it now. Never needed a hand till you needed a hand. You never know how to walk until you understand. Could've been anything that you needed to be. How many more do you want? How many more do you need? Still I wish I could break free. It's the same old simple song. I still believe. How many more do we need? Before it's hand over hand. Love over everything. That's me with the long arms screaming at the top dogs. Spilling my blood on the cement. We will in the road now. Sick of getting mowed down. *** if I don't now to kill me. Cause I'd rather be known for the feeling. Then only be hooked on the feeling. How many more gotta go now? How many more gotta go down? I'll stand in the rain with you. Just to get a little bit of glimpse of the plain picture. People need a pinch just to get them to wake up. You be in the ditch before I get you to wake up. Say bruh. Whoever said it wasn't fair, they was telling the truth. I'd be alive if I said there was nothing to prove. Never needed a hand till you needed a hand. You never know how to walk until you understand. Could have been anything that you needed to be. How many more do you want? How many more do you need? Still I wish I could break free. It's the same old simple song. I still believe. How many more do we need? Before it's hand over hand. Love over everything. They say we gotta know our role. Kiss the bottom of the totem pole. Set goals and then go for gold. But we hibernate and hide inside our gopher holes. I wanna smoke a bowl. A hand on my dick while the other one is busy clicking the remote control. I'm no Dalai Lama of the Sofa Brother. Here I got to go to where the sinners face the roasting coals. You say that your heart ain't got no holes. Well bitch please. Let's all admit that we got souls like Swiss cheese. But wishing isn't gonna fill this abyss. I know hand over hand over fisted riches is fix it what's missing. If I wanna kill this man, not any. I know the answer is a light that I got in me. I got no university degree of philosophy. But I know that every baby's born with a locking key. I'll say it now. Never needed a hand till you needed a hand. You never know how to walk until you understand. What could have been the thing that you needed to be? How many more do you want? How many more do you need? Still I wish I could break free. Is this a more simple song? I still believe. How many more do we need? Before it's hand over hand. Love over everything. Love over everything.