Take Your Hands Off It

(albüm: Election Special - 2012)

Well, get your dirty hands off my Constitution now
It was written down, you can't tear it down
Hear me talking to you, buddy, I swear it's true
Take your hands off it, you know it don't belong to you
No, no

Get your greasy hands off my Bill of Rights
It was written right, you can't make it wrong
You can't stop me singing this true lonesome song, oh no
Take your hands off it, you know it don't belong to you

Get your greasy stinking hands off my voting rights
I'll vote how I please, I'll vote how I choose
You can spend your money but in the end you're bound to lose
I think you will
You can't Jim Crow down my vote 'cause you know it don't belong to you

And get your greedy hands off the Union now
With your sweatshop kids in foreign distant lands
They might be locked down but the world is watching too
They're watching
That's our sisters and brothers, you know they don't belong to you
They really don't

Now what's your sanctimonious hands doing in my reproductive rights?
Get them out of there, that's none of your affair
You don't speak to God, you know He don't belong to you, oh no
You ain't talking to Him, you know He don't belong to you

So get your bloody hands off the people of the world
And your war machine and your corporation thieves
That lets you keep your job and pays your salary, your dirty salary
Take your hands off us, you know we don't belong to you

Take your hands off
Take your hands off, well
Take your hands off
Better take your hands off it
Take your hands off
You know it don't belong to you