Words by chris cornellMusic by kim thayilHands all over the eastern borderYou know what? i think we're fallingFrom composureHands all over western cultureRuffling feathers and turning eagles into vulturesGot my arms around baby brotherPut your hands awayYour gonna kill your mother, kill your motherAnd i love herHands all over the coastal watersThe crew men thank herThen lay down their oily blanketHands all over the inland forestIn a striking motion trees fall downLike dying soldiersHands all over the peasants daughterShe's our brideShe'll never make it out aliveHands all over words i utterChange them into what you want toLike balls of clayPut your hands awayYour gonna kill your motherAnd i love her