The Devil Is in the Desert

Break your little hands
Break your little hands
I’m sure you’ll call
Break your little hands
Break your little ways
I’m sorry, sure
Tell your mother I’m a thorn
By the favorite scorn
And don’t let your self be trained
Like a monkey in the basement
And all l love’s gone
Brace yourself, this is it
Sell all your clothes and commit
To strange towns and better times
And find out who loses strength from all the strains
And by the way others will fall
Pray, like a kid on the center stage
Rotting in covers, rotting in covers
Looking around, wrapping your head
Feeling alone, feeling alone
Break your little hands
Break your little hands
I’m sure you’ll call
Break your little hands
Break your little ways
I’m sorry, sure
Yeah, the people don’t see me
The people don’t see me
My friends only trust in that
Why people don’t see
Those people don’t see me
My friends only trust we’re going
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, the way you said