The Hand

Lyrics by：Caleb Followill/Nathan Followill/Jared Followill/Matthew Followill

Composed by：Caleb Followill/Nathan Followill/Jared Followill/Matthew Followill

All those pictures on your wall

Who's the fairest of them all?

Winter spring summer fall

I'll let you make the call

I smell flowers in your hair

You spill water everywhere

I don't even think you care

Dead man rockin' in my chair

I don't ever have to worry

You're doin' it for me

It's set in motion systematically

Now we're talkin'

I think we can agree

It's a fight for survival

And it's dark on the street

If you don't bite the hand

I lay down the law

You think your life don't mean a thing

Unless it's got that swing

Like a bird that never sings

Violins with broken strings

I don't еver have to worry

You're doin' it for mе

It's set in motion systematically

And now we're talkin'

I think we can agree

It's a fight for survival

And it's dark on the street

If you don't bite the hand

I lay down the law

If you don't bite the hand

I lay down the law

Talk the talk and make a bet

Make a wish you won't regret

Tells you after we grow old

We'll meet again on streets of gold

Tells you love you feel below

Is planted deep and it will grow

And grow and grow and never cease

And give you life and give you peace

If you don't bite the hand

I lay down the law

If you don't bite the hand

I lay down

If you don't bite the hand

I lay down the law

I lay down

I lay down

I lay down the law