Hands Off! by George Wallace
I wrote the basic 'song' on guitar back in 1982, with lyrics I wound up not using. The untitled music rattled around in my head until last spring, when the first of several rallies and marches took place across the country. On April 5 the 'Hands Off' event happened, and suddenly I realized I had both a title and a subject. After that the song and the recording pretty much fell together without much sweat from me.
If you read through the lyrics, I think you can pretty much tell where I stand regarding the pathetic state of the formerly-united country.
Tracklist
| 1. | Hands Off! | 6:04 |
Lyrics
There's a poison ideology
Taking hold here and everywhere
And it screams, with no apology,
"We don't like your kind, get outta here"
There are many here who prophesied
That this shit was going to hit the fan
That our fast-approaching suicide
Was only part of their “Master Plan”
Mayday, mayday
How did we get here?
They're coming for you, they're coming for me
So much for freedom in 'the land of the free'
Hands Off Hands Off
Here come the ICE vans shiny and black
Watch as our kids get shoved in the back
Hands Off Hands Off
(How do you sleep?)
Hands Off Hands Off
(How do you sleep at night?)
Once upon a time the Devil sent
A trouble-child who would be King
Swapping Jesus for a president
Who feared and hated everything
And so to power rose the fake old clown
On his horned head a fake gold crown
Casting spells and lies the world around
And then the lies went on and on and on and on...
Mercy, mercy
How could this happen?
He's looking for you, he's looking for me
Green cards and visas don't mean shit to a tree
Hands Off Hands Off
Out of the van and into the fire
Chicken-shit goons, kidnapping for hire
Hands Off Hands Off
(Take a look in the mirror)
Hands Off Hands Off
(What do you see in the mirror?)
Hands Off Hands Off
Hands Off
Get your filthy hands off of me
SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME!
SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME!
It begins with just a single voice
But our crescendo will not be ignored
Soon a billion more join in rejoice
Roaring out one mighty power chord…
Mother Earth is not a funeral pyre
Human rights are non-negotiable
No more kneeling to this fucking liar
No quarter for these criminals
Wake up, stand up
Together we win this
They're coming for you, they're coming for me
So much for freedom in 'the land of the free'
Hands Off Hands Off
(How do you sleep?)
Hands Off Hands Off
(How do you sleep at night?)
ICE flunkies, flying monkeys, off our back
Where there’s a will, there’s a way to fight back
Hands Off Hands Off
Hands Off Hands Off
(Your children are hiding)
Hands Off Hands Off
(They hide from YOU!)
Hands Off Hands Off
GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME
Sending out an SOS…
Music & Lyrics by George Wallace
© 2025 Celestial Songs (ASCAP)
Credits
Written, produced, and performed by George Wallace
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All rights reserved.
An accomplished composer, producer, performer, and recording artist, native-Philadelphian George Wallace writes songs and etheric instrumental music which speaks of enlightenment and positivity in a world that can really use it.
George currently lives in beautiful Lancaster, PA, with lots of farm country nearby. Downstairs is the studio ('where the magic happens') he is blessed to call his own.