I want you in the wrong way
Whats tomorrow if youve got today
And if you subscribe to my way
You erase all this anyway
Out in the mountains and granola
That lies a little bit east of all ya

Hold out your hands
Oh, such little hands
Lie to your man
Stay wise to the plan

So drivin makes no sense
Cause I dont even have a license
We could walk and get as far
It just might take a little bit longer
Theres your dealer on the corner
Just to give himself a boner

Hold out your hands
Stay wise to the plan

If what you got is what you need, hell
Then I dont wanna hear the rest
And if you ever had a thing to sell
Then you know what you got

Why would you care
If its everywhere
Dont leave me here
Im always alone
But how would you know

I fell down the shaft
Nothing to grab onto
Pull me up
Just like long ago
But how would you know
How would you know

So you need me for the wrong things
Now youve got yourself a bird that sings
And you left me for your owner
Out in the mountains and granola

Hold out your hands
Oh, such little hands

If what you got is what you need, hell
Then I dont wanna hear the rest
And if you ever had a thing to sell
Then get rid of the lie
If what you got is what you need, hell
Then I dont wanna hear the rest
And everybodys got a thing to sell
Dont need what you got