With Your Two Hands

You built a house with your two hands

You built a fire down in the sand

You drive no matter where we go

And I tried but it's so hard to get my mother to discard

And wash the smell of camping from our clothesFools will die aloneWay down that desert road

You turned and said, "away we go"

And up we went like feathers in the wind

He keeps his options open

All the girls he wants are spoken for

We're gonna watch the world fold inFools will die alone

Fools will die alone

Fools will die alone

FoolsOh you're talking sh*t but you ain't saying nothing really

You've got a knack for burning bridges down

You point and shoot with no precision

Quit your job for television

Now you're f*cking me aroundFools will die alone

Fools will die alone

Fools will die alone

FoolsWell it's a race to the death, baby

Don't make this harder than it is

It's a race to the death, yeah

I don't like that fire you play withWay down that desert road

You turned and said, "away we go"

And up we went like feathers in the windFools, fools, fools will die alone

FoolsWell it's a race to the death, baby

Don't make this harder than it is

It's a race to the death, yeah

I don't like that fire you play withFools die alone

Only fools die alone

Only fools die alone

Only fools die alone

Songwriters

BAKER, DWIGHT / LYNN, PATRICIAPublished by

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.