[Intro]
A E F#m Dm x2
[Verse]
A
I was given these hands,
E
I can make a fist with them,
F#m
But can't understand
Dm A
How to get a grip with all these people around,
E
Nothing seems to stick with them
F#m Dm
They're getting me down, and I pin them insensitive
A E
And they ask me to lend them a hand,
F#m Dm
I put it out but then they turn my hand down
[Chorus]
A E A
Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
A
My empty, empty hands, hands
[Verse]
A E
I was given this heart, I help with it stopping
F#m Dm A E
But I can't help it start, start by just agreeing with the people at large, are they so unappealing
F#m
They're just not that smart,
Dm
And sometimes it's endearing
A E
But now when I ask them to lend me a hand
F#m Dm
And they just look down at me like I'm some hand-me-down gown
[Chorus]
A E A
Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
A
My empty, empty hands, hands
[Verse]
A E
I was given these eyes, I can't see the truth
F#m Dm
But I can feel the lies, falling through the roof
A E
They're making piles and piles, and after I deduce
F#m
I'd say that lies are in style,
Dm A E
So it's safe to assume that if I ask just if you'd kindly lend me a hand
F#m Dm
You might just say that you do, but really not give a damn, damn, damn
[Outro]
A E
Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty
F#m Dm
Why, do I take these things around my little empty
A E A
Why, do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
A
My empty, empty hands, hands,
A
My empty, empty hands, hands,
A E F#m Dm
Yeah
A E F#m Dm
Yeah
A
