Songtext von Heater Hands

You're talking to a witness Of broken fingers Oh you never give up Bet you get the shit kicked Ah from the winners It's just half the fun Don't heat the hands that hold your love Before they hate you Don't heat the hands that hold your stuff Dropped out, knocked out, that's the way I like it Time is the backside of my hand...yeah Make it to the witness Who will be famous Ah they always give up Bet they get the shit kicked They must be winners Clocked out, knocked out, that's the way I like it Time is the backside of my hand...yeah You wanted a miracle It laughed in your face You call it cheap entertainment It spits in your face You wanted a miracle It spits in your face You call it cheap entertainment Time is the backside of my hand...yeah