[00:00.00]Hands Up （起手来）-Parker Millsap
[00:11.91]Easy or hard kid it's up to you
[00:15.571]I don't wanna be here any more than you do
[00:20.251]See the lump in my jacket
[00:21.521]Yeah that's a pistol
[00:22.931]Open up the register
[00:24.81]And grab me a fistful
[00:25.571]Of twenty dollar bills but keep your hands where I can see em
[00:30.561]I got babies at home and brother I gotta feed em
[00:38.929]I know you think I'm some kind of trash
[00:43.609]Stickin'up a kid at the quik trip gas
[00:48.239]But I've been to the desert man I served three tours
[00:50.909]Crawlin'in the dirt while you were sweepin'the floors
[00:53.139]And it's hard to keep a job when you just can't pretend
[00:58.729]That you never heard a body bag zipping over your best friend
[01:03.709]Put your hands up
[01:20.299]I did what anybody else would do
[01:25.01]I went the church sat in the very last pew
[01:29.611]Preacher said jesus would save my soul
[01:32.221]But he never showed up when we were out on patrol
[01:34.351]And a bomb went off
[01:36.351]And there he was pointing at me
[01:39.940]He didn't speak a word of english but I swear I heard him scream
[01:44.889]Put your hands up
[01:47.718]Put your hands up
[01:50.408]Put your hands up
[01:53.48]Put your hands up
[01:58.767]I ain't a bad man just a man outta luck
[02:01.137]And I know how it feels how it feels to be stuck
[02:04.177]Like everywhere you're turning the door's slammed shut
[02:06.507]Now I hate to be the one to pour the salt down in your cut
[02:11.615]Put your hands up
[02:27.912]Put your hands up
[02:30.282]Put your hands up
[02:32.731]Put your hands

Hands Up （起手来）-Parker Millsap
Easy or hard kid it's up to you
I don't wanna be here any more than you do
See the lump in my jacket
Yeah that's a pistol
Open up the register
And grab me a fistful
Of twenty dollar bills but keep your hands where I can see em
I got babies at home and brother I gotta feed em
I know you think I'm some kind of trash
Stickin'up a kid at the quik trip gas
But I've been to the desert man I served three tours
Crawlin'in the dirt while you were sweepin'the floors
And it's hard to keep a job when you just can't pretend
That you never heard a body bag zipping over your best friend
Put your hands up
I did what anybody else would do
I went the church sat in the very last pew
Preacher said jesus would save my soul
But he never showed up when we were out on patrol
And a bomb went off
And there he was pointing at me
He didn't speak a word of english but I swear I heard him scream
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
I ain't a bad man just a man outta luck
And I know how it feels how it feels to be stuck
Like everywhere you're turning the door's slammed shut
Now I hate to be the one to pour the salt down in your cut
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands