WORDS BY CHRIS CORNELL
  MUSIC BY KIM THAYIL
    HANDS ALL OVER THE EASTERN BORDER
  YOU KNOW WHAT? I THINK WEĄŻRE FALLING
  FROM COMPOSURE
  HANDS ALL OVER WESTERN CULTURE
  RUFFLING FEATHERS AND TURNING EAGLES INTO VULTURES
      GOT MY ARMS AROUND BABY BROTHER
  PUT YOUR HANDS AWAY
  YOUR GONNA KILL YOUR MOTHER, KILL YOUR MOTHER
  AND I LOVE HER
      HANDS ALL OVER THE COASTAL WATERS
  THE CREW MEN THANK HER
  THEN LAY DOWN THEIR OILY BLANKET
  HANDS ALL OVER THE INLAND FOREST
  IN A STRIKING MOTION TREES FALL DOWN
  LIKE DYING SOLDIERS
      HANDS ALL OVER THE PEASANTS DAUGHTER
  SHEĄŻS OUR BRIDE
  SHEĄŻLL NEVER MAKE IT OUT ALIVE
  HANDS ALL OVER WORDS I UTTER
  CHANGE THEM INTO WHAT YOU WANT TO
  LIKE BALLS OF CLAY
  PUT YOUR HANDS AWAY
  YOUR GONNA KILL YOUR MOTHER
  AND I LOVE HER