"Hands" genre: Alternative General
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	A fast song about an abortion.
	CD: Darkwave EP (Unreleased)   Label: NA Credits: NA
	Story Behind the Song We usually play this song last at our live performances. It cooks. Lyrics Hands Sullivan, August 1990 Ranchero speeding through stoplights Amber and evil at sunset In that town where the sheriff is the king Well did you think you were the only one To make love in the moonlight What's your excuse for that my childhood friend When you fell upon the town there was laughter all around in the moonlight Her cheeks had been caressed by the cool pale darkness of hands You found her in the yard standing by a bonfire of her garments She'd been scraped out like a gourd by the cold sterile violence of hands And she cries when the child brigade marches by in the rain. . . When you returned home that summer Was it as late as then When sullen and forlorn you found our your child had been stillborn This was the information that floated all around that day As the leaves blew around us and you lived it all over me in the courtyard Fruit, God, Rot, Fear, Fruit, God, Rot, Fear. . .

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