Hands out of My Pocket [*] lyrics by Cold Chisel

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Hands out of My Pocket [*] by Cold Chiselالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Hands out of My Pocket [*] by Cold Chisel

She's standing on the corner
And she looks so alone
And she sacrifices her money
To a god she doesn't know

"Go repent" said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
Once you buy, you soon find out
There is no way
There is no way to stop him

Yeah she wants the mami krishna
And she's in the bathroom locked
The ceremony was pretty long
But the honeymoon was short

And "Go repent" said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
When you find the Lord, you soon find out
There is no way
There is no way to stop him

Now the high priest could've seen
But she got too hot to handle
He made her mother settle out of court
And incensed lit the candle

"Don't lose faith" said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
When you find the Lord, you soon find out
There is no way to stop him
"Don't lose faith" said the preacher
With his hands back in your pocket
Keep your hands out of my pocket

Writer : BARNES, JAMES DIXON
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing