... as time goes by i see my hands,
they tragically seems to be
two victims of realty,
two victims of hard work
that i'm applying day by day
then, what I could say to my son?
"i'm very tired,
i can't play with you today..."

what i produce just disappears
in the hands of the land property
and, why? because i do the best
to keep my hands a little safe
so i can play with you all day...
yes, keep you in my hands all day...