Come On

(album: This Business of Art - 2000)

You've got your lights turned so they can see you
The very best of what you've got to offer
Tell them what your hands were made for
Tell them who your mouth was made for

You've got your profits and your mathematicians
The vocal fuel of a generation
Tell me what my hands were made for
Tell me who my mouth was made for

And please don't be mad at me
Well you'll get what you ask for
So, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

So very close to what you had expected
It makes it hard to keep my head up level
Tell me I'm what your hands were made for
Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for

And if you come down on me
Well you'll get what you ask for
So, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

And I, I want to get myself back
High, I want to get myself back
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight

And all of the things
That you promised us that you'd be
Well now your hands are tired

But I was nice
Yeah I was nice
But I, I'd give my life
For one night, one night, one night

Well I, well I

I will not give up,
I will not give up,
I will not give up

What do you know
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know

Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on