[Intro]
Yo, this is for everyone whose life is either partially or fully comprised of conflicts and contradictions…
Including me… so aptly named
[Bridge 1]
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, now
Clap your hands, just come on and clap your hands
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, now
Clap your hands, just clap, clap, and clap
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, now
Clap your hands, just come on and clap your hands
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, now
Clap your hands, just clap, clap, and clap
[Verse 1]
One person to your wife and another with crew
And a third reciting words behind a mic in the booth
So the lies get confused by what you’re trying to do
Until even you lose sight of what comprises the truth
Turn a blind eye to youth and never watch what you say
Lighting a fuse doomed to go off in your face
Then are surprised to find your nine-year old talking that way
Dog, it’s easy to see the pieces when they fall into place
Man, how you sleep when you call it a day?
Are you even troubled the life you lead’s double?
Or justify the juggle as all for the pay?
I’m praying that the struggle pops your little bubble
Paradox knocks the despicable hustle
Walk the talk, kid, or just give it a muzzle
I spit to ruffle bird brains’ delicate feathers
Gifted with the word play to put ‘em together
[Hook]
On the one hand’s the true you, for real
On the other hand’s the you who you choose to reveal
When the two move together it’s a beautiful deal
A hand clap and that’s how you knew it could feel
On the one hand’s the true you, for real
On the other hand’s the you who you choose to reveal
When the two move together it’s a beautiful deal
A hand clap and that’s how you knew it should feel
[Bridge 2]
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands, uh, your hands
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands, uh, your hands
[Verse 2]
In the night alone or with your wife at home
Or on the microphone, gotta put ‘em together
In the pew at church or with your crew at work
Or when you’re moving merch, gotta put ‘em together
In the office space or to your boss’ face
Or on them coffee breaks, gotta put ‘em together
In the car with kids or at a bar for gigs
Or when it’s hard like this, gotta put ‘em together
Gotta put in the effort when you should have been better
Stop looking for good weather with a foot in the desert
If you’re hooked to the treasure, you go down with the ship
And if you kick it with swingers, then you’re bound to get hit
If you found the shoe fits then what’s inconsistent?
Envision decisions stripped of the conditions
Listen to your conscience, be honest with self
If you give you a hand, man, I promise it helps
[Hook]
On the one hand’s the true you, for real
On the other hand’s the you who you choose to reveal
When the two move together it’s a beautiful deal
A hand clap and that’s how you knew it should feel
On the one hand’s the true you, for real
On the other hand’s the you who you choose to reveal
When the two move together it’s a beautiful deal
A hand clap and that’s how you knew it could feel
[Bridge 2]
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands, uh, your hands
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands, uh, your hands
[Verse 3]
So this goes out to doctors who smoke
Those who diss politicians but do not rock the vote
All the men who think their mother’s a saint
But when it’s girlfriends, well, brother, they ain’t
Fathers who watch their daughters with mistrust
But twist love to disgust with trips to strip clubs
All the women who call men dogs
But never call the coppers to haul them off
All those upset about millions of immigrants
But anti-abortion, because it’s killing innocents
So riddle me this, why sport a Jesus fish
If we turn our cheeks just to seek peace with fists
