Bomb Hands -

With a match in his hands

He breaks down the tallest buildings

He’s a bomb and his fuse is always burning

Everything he touches always falls to pieces

The pain and the rage eases everything

I’m tied to your tragedies

I’m tired of your miseries

Swearing on me

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands get back

Get back

In the mirror I see reflections of your laughing

I’d get away but I’m handcuffed to his heartbeat

Everything he touches always falls to pieces

The pain and the rage eases everything

I’m tied to your tragedies

I’m tired of your miseries

Swearing on me

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands get back

Get back

Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel

From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop

Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel

From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like that like that

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands get back

Get back

Tock tick tock tick tock tick tock