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George Michael - Hand to Mouth (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Michael
George Michael
Vocals
Andy Duncan
Andy Duncan
Percussion
Hugh Burns
Hugh Burns
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Michael
George Michael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Michael
George Michael
Producer
Chris Porter
Chris Porter
Engineer
Paul Gomershall
Paul Gomershall
Assistant Engineer
Paul Wright
Paul Wright
Assistant Engineer

Testi

Jimmy got nothing made himself a name With a gun that he polished for a rainy day A smile and a quote from a vigilante movie Our boy Jimmy Just blew them all away He said it made him crazy Twenty five years living hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep She needs her mother but her mother is dead Just another hooker that the lucky can forget Just another hooker It happens everyday She loved her little baby But she couldn't bear to see her living hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth I believe in the Gods of America America, America I believe in the land of the free The free, the free But no one told me No one told me That the Gods believe in nothing So with empty hands I pray And from day to hopeless day They still don't see me See me Everybody talks about the new generation Jump on the wagon Or they'll leave you behind But no one gave a thought to the rest of the nation Like to help you buddy but I haven't got the time Somebody shouted save me Everybody started living hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth There's a big white lady on a big white doorstep She asked her daddy and her daddy said, yes Has to give a little for the dollars that we get Has to give a little They say it's for the best Somebody shouted maybe Kept on living from hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth So she ran to the arms of America America, America And she kissed the powers that be And someone told me Someone told me That the Gods believe in nothing So with empty hands I pray And I tell myself one day They just might see me... They just might see me...
Writer(s): Jeffrey Campbell, Stephen Mcgregor, Ricardo Gardner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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