You've got your lights turned
So they can see you
The very best of what
You've got to offer
Tell them what your hands were made for
Tell them who your mouth was made for

You've got your profits
And your mathematicians
The vocal fuel of a generation
Tell me what my hands were made for
Tell me who my mouth was made for

And please don't be mad at me
You'll get what you ask for
Come on, come on, come on
So very close to what you had expected
It makes it hard to keep my head up level
Tell me I'm what your hands were made for
Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for

And if you come down on me
Well you'll get what you ask for
Come on, come on, come on
I, I want to get myself back
High I want to get myself back
All of the things that you promised me
That you'd be
Now your hands are tired
And all of the things that you promised me
That you'd need
Now my hands are tired
Come on, come on, come on

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Sara Keirsten Quin, Tegan Rain Quin