Your Man Alex Smith - Gingerbread Man

My hands were tied by the strings
From which I used to hang
But they cut me free of my chains
So I could breathe freely again
But now I'm ripped at the seams
And there's bits of me on the floor
They tried stitching me back together
And for a little while I felt better
But where are my hands?
Where are the fans?
Pass the conductor's baton over here
It's time to strike up the band
This is the story of a man
Who's done it all before
Gingerbread Man run as fast as you can
Before they close the door
Before they close the door
So now I'm nearly empty
But the string in my chest is too tight
Crawl on my knees and my hands
Cos now I'm just too weak to stand
I try to fill up the holes
Try to get back what was lost
But here's the funniest thing
Now I'm all tangled in string
But where the hell are my hands?
Where are the fans?
Give me that goddamn conductor's baton
It's time to strike up the band
This is the story of a man
But I've heard this one before
Gingerbread Man run as fast as you can
Before they close the door
And no one's gonna pity you
No, they all wanted more
They all wanted more

Written by:
Alexander Smith

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