Terrible Hands

You stay out all night I know cash is king Why my surprise? I just don't know You never, ever get me home You call her my name (name) Christening my jealousy Fumble the edges of this skin I guess I thought it was our thing, you know? And your heart's in mine, but you tell me all the time I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands You tell me some heavy shit Your eyes roll back into your head a bit I think you know to some degree I'd take the bad parts of you over the good in me Uh-oh, they say I'm a joke and it's sad because I know I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands "We've never seen any of those love scenes It's always been, Jesus, I either putting a skillet to her bottom Or dragging her through sheep stuff in Ireland But she always ends up looking beautiful She - there's no way to make her not beautiful" Terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands Oh, I'm in terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible hands