Glass Hand

They wore it like fashion
Shedding an old sin
Ah, ha-ha
Our word the condemned
Keep our stones a castin’
Ah, ha-ha

But that ain't me man
You know that that ain't me man
But that ain't me man
You know that couldn't be me

'Cause I'm not the one that died
Shot down right outside
And who to point the finger at
When finger points right back

So this is today's error
So this is today's error

With his mind at the station
A mild altercation
Went down
With his lanky look of steel
And a knuckle full of glass
The hand

But that ain't me man
You know that ain’t me man
That ain’t me man
You know that couldn’t be me

'Cause I'm not the one that died
Shot down right outside
And who to point the finger at
When finger points right back

So this is today's famine
So this is today, oh well?

I'm not the type to tie up a credo
I'm only what I'm not
I am only what I bought
No I didn't light no fire
Nor make no wine from water
I'm just a dedicated follower of fashion

'Cause I'm not the one that died
Shot down right outside
And who to point the finger at
When finger points right back