Dirty Second Hands

Please don't be so naive
You know you're not fooling anyone
You're not as tough as you think
With dirty second hands
The dirty second hands.

Can't get nothing for free
It becomes so predictable
You start fighting to breathe
The dirty second hands
Your dirty second hands.

Here's the face of everything that breaks you down
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down.

With an army of me
We invent our own enemies
Man verses machine
And the dirty second hands.

In the land of the free
And the home of the remedy
The old clock is a thief
With dirty second hands.

Are you really as tough as you think
You blink and you're over the brink
You bleed but you're blood runs pink
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands.

You're not quite as tough as you thought
You bought the American rot
The very seed that you thought you shot
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands.

You might be right,
The fight might be right inside you
The blind leading the lied to,
Tonight maybe you bind you with dirty second hands.