you've got your lights turn on so they can see you   the very best of what you've got to offer   tell them what your hands were made for   tell them who your mouth was made for   you've got your prophets and your mathematicians   the vocal fuel of a generation   tell me what my hands were made for   tell me who my mouth was made for   and please don't be mad at me   you'll get what you ask for   come on come on come on   so very close to what you had expected   it makes it very hard to keep my head up level   tell me I'm what your hands were made for   tell me I'm who your mouth was made for   if you come down on me   well you'll get what you ask for   come one come on come on   I I want to get myself back   all of the things that you promised me that you'd be   now your hands are tired   and all of the things that you promised me   that you'd need   now my hands are tired   come on come on come on