Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - Big Hands текст песни

Big hands, hold on to your machine
In the eyes of the factory you've got a life
In the grinding and stamping and twisting and molding and bolting

Big hands, hold up your tiny home
They're razing the city
You can go to the plaza and visit your kids

Big hands, hold out your empty palms
Submit and surrender
You've got nothing to show and nothing to give