Please don’t be so naive
You know you’re not fooling anyone
You’re not as tough as you think
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands

Can’t get nothing for free
It becomes so predictable
You start fighting to breathe
The dirty second hands, dirty second hands

(chorus)
Here’s the face of everything that breaks you down
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down

With an army of me
We invent our own enemies
Man verses machine
And the dirty second hands, the dirty second hands

In the land of the free
And the home of the remedy
The old clock is a thief
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands

(chorus)

Are you really as tough as you think
You blink and you’re over the brink
You bleed but you’re blood runs pink
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands

You’re not quite as tough as you thought
You bought the American rot
The very seed that you thought you shot
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands

You might be right, the fight might be right
Inside you the blind leading the lied, tonight
Maybe you bind you with dirty second hands

(chorus)



Behind the Song:
'The machine. The clock. Our own hands. The dirty second hand of time is always ticking- bringing us and all that we have worked so hard to achieve closer to the grave and the second hand store. In my fight with depression, lust, pride, and boredom I have found that the biggest challenger is often within me. The very machinery that I loathe and have fought so hard to defeat stares back at me from the mirror. This mechanism is always ticking. And in my spiritual life I have found that this is a part of me that has to die everyday if I am to be truly alive.' – Jon Foreman (Switchfoot)