Hands Reversed Lyrics
You got to come into my kitchen for a crime
You got to chew me up and tie me to the kite
I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself
Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic health
Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's Cube
You can buy it in cans
Tin cans
You were always the first
But I think you've got your hands reversed
Your hands reversed
Your hands reversed
And "cool", "fo-sho"
Watching your weekends and your holidays combine
Trying to color in between the dotted lines
Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand
But when you feel like you're a million and I feel like I'm a grand
Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's Cube
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You can buy it in cans
Tin cans
You were always the first
But I think you've got your hands reversed
Your hands reversed
Your hands reversed
And "cool", "fo-sho"
