Appendage Envy - All Human

These little hands

Never brought much good

While you’re so very long

They always found the cords

I don’t pray anymore, Mom

But as of late I’ve been giving it though

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

These giant ears

Could never find melody

While yours proportionate

Picked notes like fruit from a tree

And I can bring home the mud

If you’re bringing home the prized pig

And I’ll not build her a child

These hands can’t build a crib

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home

No no maybe I won’t