Born Under Punches

Congo Congo Congo Take a look at these hands Take a look at these hands The hand speaks The hand of a government man Well I'm a tumbler Born under punches All I want is to breathe Won't you breathe with me? Find a little space so we move in-between And keep one step ahead of yourself Don't you miss it, don't you miss it Some 'a you people just about missed it Last time to make plans, I'm a tumbler I'm a government man Never seen anything like that before Falling bodies tumble across the floor, I'm a tumbler When you get to where you wanna be, thank you, thank you When you get to where you wanna be, don't even mention it! Take a look at these hands, passin' in-between us Take a look at these hands Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it No thanks, I'm a government man And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on And the heat goes on, where the hand has been And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on I'm not a drowning man And I'm not a burning building I'm a tumbler Drowning cannot hurt a man Fire cannot hurt a man Not the government man