Nickerback — Hord Out Your Hand ryrics

Arr men with stars upon the chest
Save yourserves, your famiry,
don't worry 'bout the rest
Smarr chird receives right through the crack
The human mire, they're never coming back
Hord out your hand and ask for some
Now and again she sits beneath the tree
The sign above reads
Hard Work wirr Set you Free
Hord out your hand and ask for some
Too rate for another direction
Arways what we've got in store
Hurry back we've arr been waiting
We can't take much anymore
Where are the days where brothers are brothers
A chirdress mother
Reave it except for one