| Song | The Hand |
| Artist | Buckethead |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Enter The Chicken |
| My Hand, | |
| My Hand, | |
| My Hand, | |
| My hand, | |
| myyyy handd! | |
| why'd I put it in the guillotine? | |
| why'd I put it in the guillotine? | |
| I dont know, | |
| Our days are in rows | |
| My Hand | |
| Fingers cut in half | |
| My Hand | |
| Bones split to pieces | |
| Tendons severed! | |
| My Hand | |
| My Hand | |
| My Hand, My Hand, My Hand | |
| Hand! | |
| (laughter) | |
| You aren’t going to crawl away from me, are ya? | |
| No you’re not. | |
| Don’t you crawl away from me | |
| Don’t you crawl no no no no | |
| Look, nickel, nickel | |
| I ain’t going to put you in the guillotine again | |
| (Laughter) | |
| My Hand | |
| My Hand | |
| My Hand | |
| my hand | |
| (Laughter) | |
| Here they are, four fingers, | |
| Look what you done to me! | |
| My Hand | |
| (moaning) | |
| Ladies those are precious, | |
| Teachers don’t work | |
| Here we go | |
| I don’t have to play with that hand anymore | |
| I can just, I’ll will just | |
| I’ll keep it in my, I’ll keep it in my pants pocket | |
| That’s all I carry around with me | |
| It’s little so don’t matter | |
| I can still pet the dog with it | |
| Damn you guillotine | |
| Who would have thought a guillotine could have done something like this? | |
| I have it in the closet, and another thing, | |
| I thought I would do it again | |
| My Hand | |
| It’s never able to work again, | |
| Your hand is useless now, | |
| It’s never able to work again. | |
| Ladies those are precious, | |
| Teachers don’t work | |
| Here we go | |
| It’s never able to work again, | |
| Your hand is useless now, | |
| It’s never able to work again. | |
| Don’t you crawl away from me again (Don’t you crawl away from me again) | |
| Gonna scratch some hands | |
| Sit here in my pocket, | |
| Lets be good friends | |
| Come on man | |
| Come on just | |
| (laughter) | |
| No | |
| I may not be hungry before I got some, | |
| I can suture | |
| I can do some stitches, I can sew you together | |
| Give it away to men to shake hands | |
| And call it buddy | |
| My hand | |
| It’s never able to work again, | |
| Your hand is useless now, | |
| It’s never able to work again. |
| My Hand, | |
| My Hand, | |
| My Hand, | |
| My hand, | |
| myyyy handd! | |
| why' d I put it in the guillotine? | |
| why' d I put it in the guillotine? | |
| I dont know, | |
| Our days are in rows | |
| My Hand | |
| Fingers cut in half | |
| My Hand | |
| Bones split to pieces | |
| Tendons severed! | |
| My Hand | |
| My Hand | |
| My Hand, My Hand, My Hand | |
| Hand! | |
| laughter | |
| You aren' t going to crawl away from me, are ya? | |
| No you' re not. | |
| Don' t you crawl away from me | |
| Don' t you crawl no no no no | |
| Look, nickel, nickel | |
| I ain' t going to put you in the guillotine again | |
| Laughter | |
| My Hand | |
| My Hand | |
| My Hand | |
| my hand | |
| Laughter | |
| Here they are, four fingers, | |
| Look what you done to me! | |
| My Hand | |
| moaning | |
| Ladies those are precious, | |
| Teachers don' t work | |
| Here we go | |
| I don' t have to play with that hand anymore | |
| I can just, I' ll will just | |
| I' ll keep it in my, I' ll keep it in my pants pocket | |
| That' s all I carry around with me | |
| It' s little so don' t matter | |
| I can still pet the dog with it | |
| Damn you guillotine | |
| Who would have thought a guillotine could have done something like this? | |
| I have it in the closet, and another thing, | |
| I thought I would do it again | |
| My Hand | |
| It' s never able to work again, | |
| Your hand is useless now, | |
| It' s never able to work again. | |
| Ladies those are precious, | |
| Teachers don' t work | |
| Here we go | |
| It' s never able to work again, | |
| Your hand is useless now, | |
| It' s never able to work again. | |
| Don' t you crawl away from me again Don' t you crawl away from me again | |
| Gonna scratch some hands | |
| Sit here in my pocket, | |
| Lets be good friends | |
| Come on man | |
| Come on just | |
| laughter | |
| No | |
| I may not be hungry before I got some, | |
| I can suture | |
| I can do some stitches, I can sew you together | |
| Give it away to men to shake hands | |
| And call it buddy | |
| My hand | |
| It' s never able to work again, | |
| Your hand is useless now, | |
| It' s never able to work again. |