Would you in the wrong way
what's tomorrow if you've got today
And if you subscribe to my way
You erase all this anyway
Out in the montains and granola
Lies a little bit least you own ya

Hold out your hands
Oh such little hands
Lie to your man
Stay wise to the plan

The driver makes no sense
Says I don't even have a license
We could walk and get as far
It just might take a little bit longer
There's your dealer on the corner
Just to give himself a boner

Hold out your hand
Stay wise to the plan
Cause what you got is what you need
Hell, then I don't want to hear the rest
And if you ever have anything to sell
Then you know what you got

Why would you care if its everywhere
You won't even hear I'm always alone
But how would you know
I crawl down the shaft
Nothing to grab on to pull me up
Just like long ago
But how would you know
How would you know

So you need me for the wrong things
Now you got yourself a bird that sings
And you left me for your owner
Out in the mountains and granola

Hold out your hands
Oh such little hands
If what you got is what you need
Hell, then I don't want to hear the rest
And if you ever had a thing to sell
Then get rid of the lie
If what you got is what you need
Hell, then I don't want to hear the rest
And everybody's got a thing to sell
don't need what you got

Writer : THORNLEY, IAN / DOHERTY, BRIAN MATTHEW
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.