Hands Up

Hands Up （起手来）-Parker Millsap

Easy or hard kid it's up to you

I don't wanna be here any more than you do

See the lump in my jacket

Yeah that's a pistol

Open up the register

And grab me a fistful

Of twenty dollar bills but keep your hands where I can see em

I got babies at home and brother I gotta feed em

I know you think I'm some kind of trash

Stickin'up a kid at the quik trip gas

But I've been to the desert man I served three tours

Crawlin'in the dirt while you were sweepin'the floors

And it's hard to keep a job when you just can't pretend

That you never heard a body bag zipping over your best friend

Put your hands up

I did what anybody else would do

I went the church sat in the very last pew

Preacher said jesus would save my soul

But he never showed up when we were out on patrol

And a bomb went off

And there he was pointing at me

He didn't speak a word of english but I swear I heard him scream

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

I ain't a bad man just a man outta luck

And I know how it feels how it feels to be stuck

Like everywhere you're turning the door's slammed shut

Now I hate to be the one to pour the salt down in your cut

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands