She says, with a grin, as she buckles you in,    "You've got a fat set of Chucks, but you'll never play Newtown again"   My credit was endless in the Sunshine State    And I've got a big mouth, and much too much much on my plate   With twenty-four hours in a ninety-day day    I've got day-old bread, and miles of time   And I'm throwing up culture in a bathroom stall in Middle America,    Never had time for the fall   Living hand in hand   You're living hand in hand, foot in mouth      Little brother, big brother, Sunny-Day Jim's got nothing for me    And I don’t know much about him   In the desk in the wall is the ghost of my father    I still hear his voice, but no, I don't bother listening   I am finished with sentences, finished with words    There is no point in talking when no one is listening   So I don't want to talk, I want a rock that I could grab and bash    Every last note of your song from my empty-ass head   Living hand in hand   You're living hand in hand, foot in mouth      And your heart might be broken, but it's only your heart    It was nothing but muscle and blood from the start   So put on your clothes, choke back the tears,    'Cause no one is listening, no one is listening   You're living hand in hand   You're living hand in hand, foot in mouth   She says with a grin, as she buckles you in,    “You've got a fat set of Chucks, but you'll never play Newtown again”