Rite Hands - Wallace Vanborn

Headlights searching to see the ghost

Lies and smiles we fed the host

Peace on canvas where have you been?

Headlights heating up, haven’t you seen?

Little black poppies for ritual mind

Little black diamonds with beautiful eyes

Free blank shots (ah)

Free blank shots (ah)

Oh, I try

Oh, I try

We’re on safe ground, with heads between

Rite hands

Hardened and sharpened and yet they seem

Rite hands

Long John Silver gave in to his needs

The yearning of a boatman for dirty done deeds

Bread for the children where have you been?

The holes are getting bigger now, haven’t you seen?

Little black poppies for ritual mind

Little black diamonds with beautiful eyes

Free blank shots (ah)

Free blank shots (ah)

Oh, I try

Oh, I try

We’re on safe ground, with heads between

Rite hands

Hardened and sharpened and yet they seem

Rite hands

We’re on safe ground, with heads between

Rite hands

Hardened and sharpened and yet they seem

Rite hands