Red Right Hand - Quiet Company

I hope you don’t think I give a fuck

I hope you don’t think I give a fuck

But now and then I start to see it

I’m always trying to give it up

I’m always trying to give it up

But it’s not so easy to abandon

It’s the orneriest branch in the spoke of the plan

As I am going to town with my red right hand

I’m tired of spilling the seed of a celibate man

Give me life, give me lust, take me home

I will decide when you’ve had enough

I hope you know I’m inclined to be generous

You’re such a sweetheart I’ll eat you up

Oh, I just want you no make-up on

All I want on the couch in your living room

Is just to see what our bodies do

What you do to me, what I’ll do to you

And it’s the process of pulling a heart from a chest

And as she whispers my name as I’m tasting her breast

It’s just a product of living a life so repressed

We get off, then I go home alone

I hope you don’t think I give a fuck

I hope you don’t think I give a fuck

No, no, no!

I am the prodigal brother, the lion, the lamb

I am a snake in the grass and a bird in the hand

Cause there’s a change in the tide, there’s a shift in the wind

And I’m tired of being alone

Give me life, give me lust, take me home

Give me life, give me lust, take me…