paroles de chanson The Panhandlers - Fyrce Muons

Big hands
The men with hands
Big hands
Beware the hands

Morbid towers
To them you owe tithe
To them you owe sin
With their hands held out
Beasts with glove
They whimper for gold then flee with it
The trolls dressed up as well worn dolls
With a hand cupped
A cannibal

A date with thieves
A day with noise
A date with thieves
A hand stretched out upon this wind
The great misdeeds were gained from me
Such is always the bitter cage
Don't you know how hungry these babies are?

Hands stretched out
Crying in a suit
Their angst is now a fate