Please don't be so naive

You know you're not fooling anyone

You're not as tough as you think

With dirty second hands,

The dirty second hands



Can't get nothing for free

It becomes so predictable

You start fighting to breathe

The dirty second hands,

Your dirty second hands



Here's the face of everything that breaks you down 

Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down



With an army of me

We invent our own enemies

Man verses machine

And the dirty second hands 



In the land of the free

And the home of the remedy

The old clock is a thief

With dirty second hands



Are you really as tough as you think

You blink and you're over the brink

You bleed but you're blood runs pink

With dirty second hands, dirty second hands



You're not quite as tough as you thought 

You bought the American rot 

The very seed that you thought you shot 

With dirty second hands, dirty second hands



You might be right,

The fight might be right inside you

The blind leading the lied to,

Tonight maybe you bind you with dirty second hands