Don't touch me Hands all over the eastern border You know what I think we're falling From composure Hands all over western culture Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures Into vultures Got my arms around baby brother Put your hands away Your gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother Kill your mother And I love her, yeah 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 Yeah like dying soldiers Got my arms around baby brother Put your hands away Your gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother Kill your mother And I love her, yeah I love her I love her Hands all over the peasants daughter She's our bride she'll never make it out alive Hands all over words I utter Change them into things you want to Like balls of clay Put your hands away Yeah, put your hands away Put your hands away Gonna kill your mother Gonna kill your mother Gonna kill your mother And I love her I love her I love her I love her And she loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah