My hands are stronger than the knife

Coming from the shadows back to the strength of life

I write a song in four time, to signify your rights

Coming from the mountains back to the strength of life

Here I am, back from tomorrow

Indicated worse of sons and daughters

I will bite the had that feeds me

And in some way I’m feelin’ hollow

Either way I’ll piss off your fathers

But I won’t hang there, stabbed and bleeding

And all this time spent running out

Of something right to say

My hands are stronger than the knife

Coming from the shadows back to the strength of life

I write a song in four time, to signify your rights

Coming from the mountains back to the strength of life

On her on, she stands in lonely skies

Crowned on stone, stripped down to only pride

She won’t sink, but man she’ll swallow

Ignorance is once what was to open eyes

She ain’t dumb, but man she may be blind

Someone wants those bombs to fly

But when your buildings tumble down

She’ll help to build them up again

My hands are stronger than the knife

Coming from the shadows back to the strength of life

I write a song in four time, to signify your rights

Coming from the mountains back to the strength of life

As the ink bleeds the paper, it’s learned

Another turns

It seems as if I’ve read all this before

My hands are stronger than the knife……

I’ll be off for now, but not for very long

You may be strong, but man is kind of dumb

When will you smell that crap you’re pushing

Just believe in what has been relayed to you

It may hurt, and yea it may be rude

But 30 years from now A.P. might leak the truth

And when this chapter’s finally done

You’ll help to write the next one

My hands are stronger than the knife

Coming from the shadows back to the strength of life

I write a song in four time, to signify your rights

Coming from the mountains back to the strength of life

My hands are stronger than the knife…….

© Ray Hunter/DeSoto Rust 2004