Words and music by bob seger, craig frost, tim mitchell
I've seen two time losers running everywhere Shouting and screamin', I was never there! With their hands in the air Hands in the air
I've seen bad news messengers avoiding kings Cheating spouses twisting their rings With their hands in the air Oooh, got their hands in the air As guilty as the wind out on the sea Affecting who we are and who we'll be
There's a desperation, a real despair Even the good people are starting to declare I've got my hands in the air Ah my hands are in the air
They're surrendering, they're giving in They'll do anything not to go through this again They've got their hands in the air Ooh, their hands in the air
And they're sinking in the quicksand like a stone Broken to the marrow of the bone, oh
The dealers are dividing up their tips The gamblers, they're all cashin' in their chips
There's a man in the middle of a parking lot Wondering which way he should go There's a star on the horizon Sinking low, low
All you death wish addicts, you corrupters of truth You killers of the spirit, you marauders of youth Get your hands in the air I want to see your hands in the air
If you're selling these lies, these impossible dreams You can keep on washin' but you'll never get clean Get your hands in the air Let me see your hands in the air
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