I wake with marks around my throat It's the work of invisible hands They carve "GET OUT!" into my arms So warn the invisible hands There's a red slap mark on the dead Pope's ass Feel the touch of invisible hands When knives from the kitchen drawer They're flung by invisible hands Invisible hands Invisible hands The cold, dead touch of unseen hands Wet handprints spear my TV screen I am watched by invisible hands I tumbled down three flights of stairs I was pushed by invisible hands From a noose hung from an attic beam I was hung by invisible hands My corpse sways gently in the breeze As though rocked by invisible hands Invisible hands Invisible hands The cold, dead touch of unseen hands Hands! Invisible hands The cold, dead touch of unseen hands