Cold Chisel — Hands Out of My Pocket

She's standing on the corner And she looks so alone And she sacrifies her money To a god she doesn't know "Go repent," said the preacher With his hands stuck in your pocket Once you buy, you soon find out There is no way There is no way to stop him Yeah, she wants the mami Krishna And she's in the bathroom locked The ceremony was pretty long But the honeymoon was short And "Go repent," said the preacher With his hands stuck in your pocket When you find the Lord, you soon find out There is no way There is no way to stop him [Guitar solo] The high priest could've seen But she got too hot to handle He made her mother settle out of court But incensed lit the candle "Don't lose faith," said the preacher With his hands stuck in your pocket Oh, when you find the Lord, you soon find out There is no way to stop him You find the Lord, the preacher With your hands back in your pocket "Keep your hands out my pocket!"