Rare Americans
Hands & Blood

I put on my toque, and I packed my bag
Deep in the woods, with the burning flag
Everyone was there, we were well prepared
We didn't give a fuck, man, we were not scared

You never know, when the gasket will blow
When your time will come, to step up and go!

Hands! Blood! Hitting the ground, thud!
Me! You! This was long overdue!

You are a chump, you're a small-town clown
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed around
In a way my life had been leadin' to this
Anger boiled up, a high prеssure hiss
Anger boiled up, a high prеssure hiss

"Holy fuck man, what the hell's wrong with you?
It was just one kiss, we were fuckin' 12 dude!
It was innocent man, you were the best friend I had
Then you dropped me like a led balloon, it hurt real bad"

Oh it hurt bad? Did you feel bruised?
Like the cue ball in a sock that you fuckin used
Something's wrong with you man, I'm sick of your tunes
You're gonna rot in hell, if you believe in that ruse
You never know, when the gasket will blow
When your time will come, to step up and go!
You never know, when the gasket will blow
When your time will come, to step up and go!

Hands! Blood! Hitting the ground, done!
It's true! This was long overdue!

This was long overdue!