Hand in Hand (Foot in Mouth) Lyrics

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?