They'll Never Get Their Hands On Me
Patrick Cannell © 2024
All I heard was a key inside the lock and then the door
Scratch and scrape as it very slowly slid across the floor.
Stumbling, fumbling, couldn't find a light to see.
Grumbling, mumbling, "They'll never get their hands on me."
Hands on me, they'll never get their hands on me.
Hands on me, they'll never get their hands on me.
Hands on me.
All I saw was a shadow on the platform where I stood.
He was tall and his face was hidden underneath a hood.
Scurrying and hurrying, I could swear he followed me.
I shouted from the train, "You'll never get your hands on me!"
Hands on me, they'll never get their hands on me.
Hands on me, they'll never get their hands on me.
Hands on me.
Each day they return, still they never learn
That my spirit can't be beat. Why don't they admit defeat?
Stumbling, fumbling, couldn't find a light to see.
Grumbling, mumbling, "They'll never get their hands on me."
Hands on me, they'll never get their hands on me.
Hands on me, they'll never get their hands on me.
Hands on me.