A dead criminal
Verdict unlivable
Cut off left hand
Leave the rest of dead man
You gotta let it sit
You gotta let it sit
Let it pickle
Let it pickle in the horse piss
Hand of glory
Candle made of fat
Set in palm of hand
Point is in the air
Wick is made of human hair
No locks when it's lit
No locks when it's lit
The door is open when you light the hand and hold it
A hand of glory
A hand of glory
Remain motionless
In life just as in death
Follow the recipe
Now before you rest in peace
No locks when it's lit
No locks when it's lit
The door is open when you light the hand and hold it
A hand of glory
A hand of glory
A hand of glory

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Writer(s): Roger Biersborn