P.S.

Matthew Ryan

Come on get your hands off my sister
 Come on get your hands off my brother
 Come on get your hands off my father
 Come on get your hands off my mother

 Come on get your hands off my sister
 Come on get your hands off my brother
 Come on get your hands off my father
 Come on get your hands off my lover

 The road gets long
 And it's gets harder
 To get back home
 To not feel alone

 Darkness you're a cruel, cruel weather
 Got me worried about our tether
 If this is it for worse or better
 I swear you'll have to come and get her

 No one wants
 To disappear
 Below the smoke
 That hovers here

 Come on get your hands off my sister
 Come on get your hands off my brother
 Come on get your hands off my father
 Come on get your hands off my lover

 I only want
 What gets harder to see
 Beyond the junk
 And misery

 Come on get your hands off my sister
 Come on get your hands off my brother
 Come on get your hands off my father
 Come on get your hands off my mother

 Come on get your hands off my sister
 Come on get your hands off my brother
 Come on get your hands off my father
 Come on get your hands off my lover

 The truth gets hard
 And it can wreck you
 But I was born 
 To protect you

 Come on get your hands off my sister
 Come on get your hands off my brother
 Come on get your hands off my father
 Come on get your hands off my lover

 I only want
 What gets harder to see
 Beyond the junk
 And misery