I was given these hands, I can make a fist with them, But can't understand How to get a grip with all these people around, Nothing seems to stick with them They're getting me down, and I pin them insensitive And they ask me to lend them a hand, I put it out but then they turn my hand down Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands? My empty, empty hands, hands I was given this heart, I help with it stopping But I can't help it start, start by just agreeing with the people at large, are they so unappealing They're just not that smart, And sometimes it's endearing But now when I ask them to lend me a hand And they just look down at me like I'm some hand-me-down gown Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands? My empty, empty hands, hands I was given these eyes, I can't see the truth But I can feel the lies, falling through the roof They're making piles and piles, and after I deduce I'd say that lies aren't my style, So it's safe to assume that if I ask just if you'd kindly lend me a hand You might just say that you do, but really not give a damn, damn, damn Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty Why, do I take these things around my little empty Why, do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands? My empty, empty hands, hands, My empty, empty hands, hands, Yeah