Hands Down - Street Dogs

All about control, that’s the plan

Hitting her makes you feel like a man

It’s a sick and twisted brutal game

Won’t stay silent to this abusive shame

Can’t justify raising those hands

Don’t raise your hands

And you say she had it coming

She’s out of control

But there is no excuse for this

No way to quantify the toll

It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear

Or keep her down… Hands down!

Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound

Cause this is it

All night shouting rips through quiet

Sense escalation inevitable fight

Next you hear pleas for pity

Then you eye that phone intently

Make that 911 call to the city

It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear

Or keep her down… Hands down!

Got to talk it out peacefuly, kill that siren sound

Cause this is it… Hands down!

It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear

Or keep her down… Hands down!

Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound

Cause this is it

She needs a say as well

Her voice not a hinderence

Talking with her beats shouting abuse

Step up and be a man

Her fair treatment is the plan

Deescalation is the right choice

It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear

Or keep her down… Hands down!

Got to talk it out peacefuly, kill that siren sound

Cause this is it… Hands down!

It’s not right to hit her, to instill fear

Or keep her down… Hands down!

Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound

Cause this is it