Hands Up Lyrics - The Very Last Day - 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 

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Put your hands up 

Put your hands up 

Put your hands up 

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 

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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 

But put your hands up