The hand of God lays high above me
I¡¯ll be good if you really love me
Let me feel your mighty crunch
As you rub me out like water, fire, coal, etc


Let it be known today, if you¡¯ve got two hands
You¡¯re supposed to pray
Fingers of fire, coal and lead
Fondly love me till I¡¯m dead


The hand of God is thick and callous
Bruised and torn from stones and sticks
The hand of God has got a ring about the size of Texas
Made of steel and rust, my fingers smear


Let me try on your hand, and see if it fits
Don¡¯t worry I won¡¯t touch anything unholy with it