Hands Reversed Lyrics - Champ - Tokyo Police Club

You've got to come into my kitchen for a crime 

You've got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite 

I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself 

Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic health 

Made of paper and glue 

You're a Rubik's cube 

You can buy it in cans, tin cans 

You were always the first 

But I think you've got your hands reversed 

Hands reversed 

Hands reversed 

And cool for sure 

Watching your weekends and your holidays combine 

Trying to color in between the dotted lines 

Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand 

But when you feel like you're a million then I feel like I'm a grand 

Made of paper and glue 

You're a Rubik's cube 

You can buy it in cans (tin cans) 

You were always the first 

But I think you've got your hands reversed 

Hands reversed 

Hands reversed 

And cool for sure