Glass Hand

They wore it like fashion
Shedding an old sin
Our word the condemned
Keep our stones a castin'
But that ain’t me man
You know that that ain’t me man
But that ain’t me man
You know, that couldn’t be me 'cause
I’m not the one that died
Shot down right outside
And who to point the finger at, when finger points right back
So this is today’s error
So this is today’s error
With his mind at the station
A mild altercation went down
With his lanky look of steel and a knuckle full of glass
Hand
But that ain’t me man
You know that ain’t me man
That ain’t me man
No, that couldn’t be me 'cause
I’m not the one that died
Shot down right outside
And who to point the finger at, when finger points right back
So this is today’s famine
So this is today oh well?
I’m not the type to tie up a cree till I’m only what I’m not
I am only what I bought
No I didn’t light the fire you know make no one from water
I’m just a dedicated follower of fashion
'Cause I’m not the one that died
'Cause I’m on your side
And who to point the finger at, when finger points right back