James Booth & The Return - The Hands Resist Him

Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Mmmmm-mm-hmmmmm
Oh what a piece of work is man
How like a God is he
Look into the mirror, boy
And tell me what you see
You're very like a potted plant
You breathe and grow and take
And like a pot upon the stand
You're easy, so, to break
Your mother, in a flight of fancy
Can't see how you suffer so
Your father looks a nifty fifty
Though he's only thirty-eight
And I pray for them, for different reasons
Your mother and her fruitless show
Your father plows for a springtime season
Fifteen years too late
Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Aaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaah
Oh what a piece of work is man
How like a God is he
Look into the mirror, boy
And tell me what you see
Glasses for your eyes so blind
Aides for ears so deaf
Tubes to keep you fed and breathing
Teasing your friend death
How pleasant, though, how you must feel
Unknown to sin and earthly vice
Your mind and soul as pure as can be
The angels see right through your shell
And I pray for you, a different season
Pray that they might live again
And I pray forgiveness for this treason
For I am just another hen
But you can't see the world
You can't hear the music
You don't know what you are
Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Aaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaah
Ooooooooo-ooooooooooh
Aaaaaa-aaaaa-aa-aaaaaaah
Aaah
Your mother, in a flight of fancy
Can't see how you suffer so
Your father looks a nifty fifty
Though he's only thirty-eight
And I pray for them, a different reason
Hope you slip while you're still young
And I pray forgiveness for this treason
But I refuse to hold my tongue
Cause you can't hear the world
You can't hear the music
You don't know what you are
The Hands Resist Him
The Fates Will Twist Him
And He Sits Like A God In His Throne
Oooooooooooo-oo-oooooooooh
Hooooooooooo
Hooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Written by:
James Booth

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