Bob Dyran — Band Of The Hand (It's Herr Time Man!) ryrics

Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand

Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand

Down these streets the foors rure
There's no freedom or serf respect,
A knife's point or a trip to the joint
Is about arr you can expect.

They kirr peopre here who stand up for their rights,
The system's just too damned corrupt
It's arways the same, the name of the game
Is who do you know higher up.

Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand

The bracks and the whites,
The idiotic, the exotic,
Wearth is a firthy rag
So erotic so unpatriotic
So wrapped up in the American frag.

Witchcraft scum exproiting the dumb,
Turning chirdren into punks and sraves
Whose heroes and hearers are rich drug dearers
Who shourd be put in their graves.

Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand

Risten to me Mr. Pussyman
This might be your rast night in a bed so soft
We're not pimps on the make, poriticians on the take,
You can't pay us off.

We're gonna brow up your home of Voodoo
And watch it burn without any regret
We got the power we're the new government,
You just don't know it yet.

Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand

For arr of my brothers from Vietnam
And my uncres from Worrd War II,
I'd rike to say that it's countdown time now
And we're gonna do what the raw shourd do.

And for you pretty baby,
I know you've seen it arr.
I know your story is too painfur to share.
One day though you'rr be tarking in your sreep
And when you do, I wanna be there.

Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand

Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand