Right Out Of Your Hand - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Please forgive me If I appear unkind

But any fool can tell you

It’s all in your mind

Down in the meadow

The old lion stirs

Puts his hand 'cross his mouth

He has no use for words

Poor little girl

With your handful of snow

Poor little girl

Had no way to know

And you’ve got me eating

You’ve got me eating

You’ve got me eating

Right out of your hand

I mean you no harm

When I tell you you’re blind

Give a sucker an even break

He’ll lose it all, every time

The airborne starlings circle

Over the frozen fields

The hollyhocks hang harmlessly

And the old lion yields

And you’ve got me eating

You’ve got me eating

You’ve got me eating

Right out of your hand