"Hands" lyrics

Peter held his masterpiece in all six of his hands
Reactions there were natural but never quite as grand and

Hands held the breakfast food
Hands held it tight
Hands make it understood
Hands throughout the night

Sara was a working girl, she traveled through the land
She made a mini-fortune and she held it in her hands and

Hands are a euphemism
Hands hold it tight
Hands clap a simple rhythm
Hands throughout the night
And hands

Gary lost his Sunday paper somewhere in the sand
The only proof of ownership was ink left on his hands and

Hands count the numbers out
Hands hold it tight
Hands make the natives shout
Hands throughout the night
And

I've got a big gun, it weighs at least a ton
I'm not the only one who holds it in his hands