Cold Chisel
Hands Out of My Pocket
She's standing on the corner
And she looks so alone
And she sacrifies her money
To a god she doesn't know
"Go repent," said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
Once you buy, you soon find out
There is no way
There is no way to stop him
Yeah, she wants the mami Krishna
And she's in the bathroom locked
The ceremony was pretty long
But the honeymoon was short
And "Go repent," said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
When you find the Lord, you soon find out
There is no way
There is no way to stop him
[Guitar solo]
The high priest could've seen
But she got too hot to handle
He made her mother settle out of court
But incensed lit the candle
"Don't lose faith," said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
Oh, when you find the Lord, you soon find out
There is no way to stop him
You find the Lord, the preacher
With your hands back in your pocket
"Keep your hands out my pocket!"