New p**nographers - Your Hands lyrics

Put-put-put your hands together For the silver bullet make me Put-put-put your heads together For the cause and cure we're waiting Digging through and past the center Of the earth go straight Play the scientist and vandal Sweating either way Put-put-put your hands together For the silver bullet make me Put the voice of the idol maker Rising definite and shaking Pick your gift for accident for Wrapped it in skintight Pull the strings that make this thing You pushed with all your might Crude plays they used to stage (oh my) You've saved the best for later (oh my) Crude plays, and yet they made you mine (Mine) (You're mine, mine All mine, mine, all mine) Put-put-put your hands together For the silver bullet make me Put-put-put your hands together For the future perfect waiting You can only cover so much territory of course Belting carols at the sun about the things you've lost Put-put-put your hands together For the cause and cure is calling Put-put-put your hands together For the silver bullet falling Digging through and past the center Of the earth go straight Play the scientist and vandal Sweating either way Crude plays they used to stage (oh my) You've saved the best for later (oh my) Crude plays, and yet they made you mine (mine) (You're mine, mine All mine, mine, all mine) [repeat]