Empty Hands

I was given these hands, I can make a fist with them But can't understand how to get a grip with all these People around, nothing seems to stick with them They're getting me down and I pin them insensitive And they ask me to lend them a hand I put it out but then they turn my hand down Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands? My empty empty hands, hands I was given this heart, I help with it stopping But I can't help it start, start by just agreeing with the People at large, how they're so unappealing, oh They're just not that smart, and sometimes it's endearing But now when I ask them to lend me a hand And they just look at me like I'm some hand-me-down gown Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands? My empty empty hands, hands I was given these eyes, I can't see the truth But I can feel all the lies, falling through the roof They're making piles and piles, and after I deduce I'd say that lies are in Style, so it's safe to assume That if I ask just if you'd kindly lend me a hand You might just say that you do but really not give a damn, damn, damn Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty? Why do I take these things around my little empty? Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands? My empty empty hands, hands --- Empty Hands - Mother Mother