[Verse 1]
Burying the hatchet
Where it never makes a sound
You can find it six feet under
Decomposing in the ground

Call me up a doctor
'Cause these idle hands
Do as they please

They obey no master
Take them from me
Call a doctor

[Chorus 1]
These hands are my burden
Better put them on the shelf
Oh, I swear I need a surgeon
Won't you make me something else

[Verse 2]
Let them try again to fix me
You can't tame the wrath inside
I wonder how the Jekyll coped
To know he was the Hyde