Hands Up (feat. Mike Schank) Lyrics
| Song | Hands Up (feat. Mike Schank) |
| Artist | KRISTOFF KRANE |
| Album | fanfaronade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Mike Schank verse] | |
| [Kristoff Krane verse] | |
| You’re a clean slate | |
| Me I’m faulty wiring | |
| Ditch the meat plate | |
| Say hello to multi-vitamin | |
| Live for today | |
| Because tomorrow’s never promised friend | |
| Lips disengaged | |
| While we sit and watch the bottle spin | |
| Pick around the scab | |
| Without obsessing on the edges | |
| You’ve learned how to act | |
| But lack an honest presence | |
| Fuckers got the map | |
| But lack sense of direction | |
| Now the path is full of litter | |
| And the rats are on the rise | |
| Yeah | |
| You think the curse is in disguise | |
| That size matters | |
| Not in my book | |
| Or by my chapter | |
| Or by the light my eyes channel | |
| By the time we analyze | |
| The patterns of fireflies | |
| Will bring alive atlas | |
| Center in on a spine and remember | |
| The cause for the crime is forever | |
| Center in on a spine and remember | |
| That God lives in all of us forever | |
| For better or worse | |
| Or for- | |
| What it's worth | |
| My feathers are burned | |
| And the weather here on Earth | |
| Is changing temperature | |
| So drastically | |
| Paint a better picture of it | |
| Like it’s your last masterpiece | |
| But you’re never high enough | |
| When you’re climbing outta love | |
| And so the dirt you cover up | |
| Becomes a diamond in the rough | |
| Perhaps Im cowardice | |
| And contradictive in my efforts | |
| When it comes to blowing whistles | |
| At such ominous endeavors | |
| You too soon will lose consciousness forever | |
| When you snooze you lose | |
| Clues once obvious now never | |
| The market is set | |
| *set* | |
| You know what they want | |
| *want* | |
| But you don’t know you | |
| So you pose and you flaunt | |
| With the clothes that you’ve got | |
| over the bones | |
| You lure ‘em in | |
| And convince the fish they should swim | |
| In the pond that you swim | |
| Away from the mainstream | |
| So they hop in your vessel | |
| Come up to your level | |
| And settle for the accessible | |
| Meanwhile the ice age is frozen | |
| And the higher-brained artists | |
| Are floatin’ in the ocean | |
| Trying to reconnect with rain | |
| I just wanna bounce your big heads off | |
| An invisible wall | |
| And throw you in a pig pen till you get sick | |
| And finally evolve some wings | |
| Uh | |
| Now pull your pants up | |
| Quit acting like a boy, | |
| Boy man up! | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah, you gotta fan club | |
| And now you’re panning to the camera | |
| In hand cuffs! | |
| Hands up! | |
| Uh | |
| Now pull your pants up | |
| Quite acting like a boy, | |
| Boy man up! | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah, you gotta fan club | |
| And now you’re panning to the camera | |
| In hand cuffs! | |
| Hands up! | |
| News reporters voice says: | |
| “It’s jerks like that that end up as supervisors…” |
| Mike Schank verse | |
| Kristoff Krane verse | |
| You' re a clean slate | |
| Me I' m faulty wiring | |
| Ditch the meat plate | |
| Say hello to multivitamin | |
| Live for today | |
| Because tomorrow' s never promised friend | |
| Lips disengaged | |
| While we sit and watch the bottle spin | |
| Pick around the scab | |
| Without obsessing on the edges | |
| You' ve learned how to act | |
| But lack an honest presence | |
| Fuckers got the map | |
| But lack sense of direction | |
| Now the path is full of litter | |
| And the rats are on the rise | |
| Yeah | |
| You think the curse is in disguise | |
| That size matters | |
| Not in my book | |
| Or by my chapter | |
| Or by the light my eyes channel | |
| By the time we analyze | |
| The patterns of fireflies | |
| Will bring alive atlas | |
| Center in on a spine and remember | |
| The cause for the crime is forever | |
| Center in on a spine and remember | |
| That God lives in all of us forever | |
| For better or worse | |
| Or for | |
| What it' s worth | |
| My feathers are burned | |
| And the weather here on Earth | |
| Is changing temperature | |
| So drastically | |
| Paint a better picture of it | |
| Like it' s your last masterpiece | |
| But you' re never high enough | |
| When you' re climbing outta love | |
| And so the dirt you cover up | |
| Becomes a diamond in the rough | |
| Perhaps Im cowardice | |
| And contradictive in my efforts | |
| When it comes to blowing whistles | |
| At such ominous endeavors | |
| You too soon will lose consciousness forever | |
| When you snooze you lose | |
| Clues once obvious now never | |
| The market is set | |
| set | |
| You know what they want | |
| want | |
| But you don' t know you | |
| So you pose and you flaunt | |
| With the clothes that you' ve got | |
| over the bones | |
| You lure ' em in | |
| And convince the fish they should swim | |
| In the pond that you swim | |
| Away from the mainstream | |
| So they hop in your vessel | |
| Come up to your level | |
| And settle for the accessible | |
| Meanwhile the ice age is frozen | |
| And the higherbrained artists | |
| Are floatin' in the ocean | |
| Trying to reconnect with rain | |
| I just wanna bounce your big heads off | |
| An invisible wall | |
| And throw you in a pig pen till you get sick | |
| And finally evolve some wings | |
| Uh | |
| Now pull your pants up | |
| Quit acting like a boy, | |
| Boy man up! | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah, you gotta fan club | |
| And now you' re panning to the camera | |
| In hand cuffs! | |
| Hands up! | |
| Uh | |
| Now pull your pants up | |
| Quite acting like a boy, | |
| Boy man up! | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah, you gotta fan club | |
| And now you' re panning to the camera | |
| In hand cuffs! | |
| Hands up! | |
| News reporters voice says: | |
| " It' s jerks like that that end up as supervisors" |
| Mike Schank verse | |
| Kristoff Krane verse | |
| You' re a clean slate | |
| Me I' m faulty wiring | |
| Ditch the meat plate | |
| Say hello to multivitamin | |
| Live for today | |
| Because tomorrow' s never promised friend | |
| Lips disengaged | |
| While we sit and watch the bottle spin | |
| Pick around the scab | |
| Without obsessing on the edges | |
| You' ve learned how to act | |
| But lack an honest presence | |
| Fuckers got the map | |
| But lack sense of direction | |
| Now the path is full of litter | |
| And the rats are on the rise | |
| Yeah | |
| You think the curse is in disguise | |
| That size matters | |
| Not in my book | |
| Or by my chapter | |
| Or by the light my eyes channel | |
| By the time we analyze | |
| The patterns of fireflies | |
| Will bring alive atlas | |
| Center in on a spine and remember | |
| The cause for the crime is forever | |
| Center in on a spine and remember | |
| That God lives in all of us forever | |
| For better or worse | |
| Or for | |
| What it' s worth | |
| My feathers are burned | |
| And the weather here on Earth | |
| Is changing temperature | |
| So drastically | |
| Paint a better picture of it | |
| Like it' s your last masterpiece | |
| But you' re never high enough | |
| When you' re climbing outta love | |
| And so the dirt you cover up | |
| Becomes a diamond in the rough | |
| Perhaps Im cowardice | |
| And contradictive in my efforts | |
| When it comes to blowing whistles | |
| At such ominous endeavors | |
| You too soon will lose consciousness forever | |
| When you snooze you lose | |
| Clues once obvious now never | |
| The market is set | |
| set | |
| You know what they want | |
| want | |
| But you don' t know you | |
| So you pose and you flaunt | |
| With the clothes that you' ve got | |
| over the bones | |
| You lure ' em in | |
| And convince the fish they should swim | |
| In the pond that you swim | |
| Away from the mainstream | |
| So they hop in your vessel | |
| Come up to your level | |
| And settle for the accessible | |
| Meanwhile the ice age is frozen | |
| And the higherbrained artists | |
| Are floatin' in the ocean | |
| Trying to reconnect with rain | |
| I just wanna bounce your big heads off | |
| An invisible wall | |
| And throw you in a pig pen till you get sick | |
| And finally evolve some wings | |
| Uh | |
| Now pull your pants up | |
| Quit acting like a boy, | |
| Boy man up! | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah, you gotta fan club | |
| And now you' re panning to the camera | |
| In hand cuffs! | |
| Hands up! | |
| Uh | |
| Now pull your pants up | |
| Quite acting like a boy, | |
| Boy man up! | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah, you gotta fan club | |
| And now you' re panning to the camera | |
| In hand cuffs! | |
| Hands up! | |
| News reporters voice says: | |
| " It' s jerks like that that end up as supervisors" |
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