The hand, the hand,
The hand, the hand,
The hand, the hand,
Thoughts of another finger
Typing down into a cellar
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
A fame A fame A fame for nothing
Pile, pile of cherries
And oh, I shouldn't think
Like gravity
Bad habits
Bad habits
Bad habits
Bad habits