Hands All Over

Can't touch me

Hands all over the Eastern border

You know what I think we're falling

From composure

Hands all over Western culture

Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures

Yeah, Into vultures

Got my arms around baby brother

Put your hands away

You're gonna kill your mother, gunna kill your mother

And I love her

Yeah, and I love her

Hands all over the coastal waters

The crew men thank her

Then lay down their oily blanket

Hands all over the inland forest

In a striking motion trees fall down

Like dying soldiers

Yeah, like dying soldiers

Got my arms around baby brother

Put your hands away

You're gonna kill your mother, gunna kill your mother

And I love her

Yeah, and I love her

Hands all over the peasant's daughter

She's our bride

She'll never make it out alive

Hands all over the words I utter

Change them into things you want to

Like balls of clay

Put your hands away

You're gonna kill your mother

And I love her

(She loves me)