Lyrics Small Hands, Small Heart - Amanda Palmer

Small hands
Small heart
The winter killed it but the summer took the fall
Free world
Free market's drowning islands
While we burn inside the wall
And i stopped looking
When the king put his hand over his heart
Yeah i stopped looking when the
Censuses stopped counting us at all
One world
Six spoons
You better save them cause you're gonna need 'em soon
New heels
Like knives
Totally useless if you're into finding lives
And i stopped counting when they buried
My beloved in the ground
Yeah, i stopped counting when they
Told me that his dress was never found
They'll know we knew (they'll know we knew)
They'll know we knew (they'll know we knew)
This sick parade (this sick parade)
That's ripping through (that's ripping through)
They'll know we failed (they'll know we failed)
They won't know why (they won't know why)
But that's exactly why we've gotta keep it
All on the inside
So
Let's fill our glasses up
But only halfway up
Let's hear it for the band
At least what's left of them
Half of them had to go
They had another show
We got some records and
We've got the radio
Let's fill our glasses up
But only halfway up
Let's hear it for the bride
She had to step outside
Don't know when she'll be back
She got an urgent text
She's needed on the front
There's been a new attack
Small hands
Small heart
So small there isn't any place to put the dark
Soft state
Soft town
But not so soft that we can't pin them to the ground
And i stopped caring when the odds started looking pretty grim
Yeah i stopped caring when i stopped to read the warning on the lid
Yeah, i stopped trying when the dolphins went on trial
Yeah, i stopped trying when the iceman took a submachine gun
And a bible out and he forced me down the aisle
This is your weapon
This is your mission
This is your home
Should you choose to destroy it
This is your mother
This is your maker
This land is your land
Now rape, baby, rape her...
Big man
Big mouth
So big a rising sea can't wash it out
Big plans
Big dick
Bigger than jesus who's a loser in your book
And i stopped living when the nice man said i didn't gotta
Yeah, i stopped living when i found
Out i could outsource it to someone
Game for change from making pocketbooks for prada
I stopped worrying the minute that we got a bigger army
Yeah, i stopped worrying cause who on earth would fuck with us
We got alotta oil and we sure know how to party
And we knew (they'll know we knew)
Of course we knew (they'll know we knew)
This sick parade (this whole charade)
That's ripping through (that's rippng through)
They'll know we failed (they'll know we failed)
And bent the bell (and bent the bell)
But that's exactly why we've got to keep this all on the DL
So
Let's fill our glasses up
But only halfway up
Let's hear it for the band
At least what's left of them
Half of them had to go
They had another show
We've got some records and
We got the radio
So sorry blacks and whites
So sorry reds and blues
The beatings will continue
Until morale improves
Go wave that flag around
But keep it halfway down
It's staying on it's knees
Until the season's out