"On Our Hands" lyrics - PORTASTATIC

Always searching for the invention to make you rich
Then I come with bags of money to your door, and it makes you sick

We are counting on you
We are counting on you
We are counting on you
We are counting on our hands

Searching for the words to help you explain
You bring a mouthful, you just spit them out again

We are counting on you
We are counting on you
We are counting on you
We are counting on our hands