List of Demands (Reparations) - The Weeks

I want my money back, I’m down here drowning in your fat

You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack

I ain’t afraid of you, I’m just a victim of your fear

You cower in your tower praying that I’ll disappear

I got another plan, one that requires me to stand

On the stage or in the street, don’t need no microphone or beat

And if you hear this song, if you ain’t dead then sing along

Grab a drum and maybe strum and then you’ll get where you belong

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands

I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand

Living hand to mouth, you wanna need somebody?

See somebody?

Gotta free somebody

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hand

I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand

We’re living hand to mouth

Hand to mouth

I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room

I jumped up on the bed for you and I played it on a broom

I didn’t think that it would be a song that you would hear

But when I played it in my head, it made you reappear

I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part

And then I took your picture and I taped it to my heart

I taped it to my heart, my dear, I taped it to my heart

And if you pull away from me, you’ll tear my world apart

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands

I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand

Living hand to mouth, you wanna be somebody?

See somebody?

Gotta free somebody

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hand

I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand

We’re living hand to mouth

Hand to mouth

Ecstasy, suffering

Echinacea, buffering

We aim to remember what we choose to forget

God’s just a baby and her diaper is wet

Call the police, I’m strapped to the teeth

And liable to disregard your every belief

Call on the law, I’m fixing to draw

A line between what is and seems and making a brawl

Calling 'em up because I’m 'bout to go pow

I’m standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs

Call it a truce because I’m 'bout to bust loose

Protect ya neck, 'cause son, I’m busting out of this noose

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands

I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand

Living hand to mouth, you wanna be somebody?

See somebody?

Gotta free somebody

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hand

I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand

Living hand to mouth

Hand to mouth