[Lyric] Working Hands (Anna Owens)

Scraping the paint off his hands
My father, he’s a working man
Looking down at me with his tired face
Before taking my arms in his loving embrace

Send another prayer up to heaven
Because it all falls under the surface
Wicked deeds swept under a carpet
Little do they know this…

These working hands will
Break your privileged bones and
Crush them in the dirt ‘cause
That’s what we’ve been told we’re worth

Do you know my homeland
Poverty is abundant
Speaking: do you understand?
Money is a greedy man’s language

Do you?
Do you?
Or are you just saying it, just taking it as is
She holds the future in her hands
My mother she’s a working woman
Looking down at me with her weary face
Before taking my arms to her loving embrace

Oh
Send another prayer up to heaven
Because it all falls under the surface
Wicked deeds swept under a carpet
Little do they know this…

These working hands will
Break your privileged bones and
Crush them in the dirt ‘cause
That’s what we’ve been told we’re worth

Do you know my homeland
Poverty is abundant
Speaking: do you understand?
Money is a greedy man’s language

Do you?
Do you?
Or are you just saying it, just taking it as is

Resilience in the face of adversity
God-given prosperity
Bearing fruit through every season
I’ll never hunger through a famine
These working hands will
Break your privileged bones and
Crush them in the dirt ‘cause
That’s what we’ve been told we’re worth

Do you know my homeland
Poverty is abundant
Speaking: do you understand?
Money is a greedy man’s language

Do you?
Do you?
Or are you just saying it, just taking it as is