Pocketed Hands

If you find you demons
Are scratching at your door
Open up the windows
And start an open war

Because no one ever questions
Whether it is right or wrong
To blast away your problems
With a sad or simple song

So Open up your eyes
Take your hand from the blender
Put it in your pocket
Or return it to the sender

More use has been given
To those of us who got
Both hands in our pockets
Then those of us with naught

So don't make stupid decisions
For yourself
Or else you might end up
On a broken shelf

Put up away
For no one to see
Or dead in a bed
With a deadly disease

So open up your eyes
Take your hand from the blender
Put it in your pocket
Or return it to the sender

More use has been given
To those of us who got
Both hands in our pockets
Then those of us with naught

Be someone you look back on
And appreciate being
Because soon this will be gone
And you'll find yourself seeing

You with false teeth
False breasts
And false skin
Its just too depressing to look in

You find your self seeing
Everything you never wanted to see
And it wasn't me
No it was never me

So open up your eyes
Take your hand from the blender
Put it in your pocket
Or return it to the sender

More use has been given
To those of us who got
Both hands in our pockets
Then those of us with naught