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Steel Glove: The Collection (Accept) · Horseshoe in the Glove (So) · Glove (Roland Hanna) · Hand in Glove (The Smiths) · The Hand Don't Fit the Glove (Terry Reid) · All You Need is Glove (Frank Zappa) · True Glove (Frank Zappa) · Glove (Roland Hanna) · Bonanza [Bear Family] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Blood, Sweat and Tears [Bear Family] (Johnny Cash) – and 90 other albums »


A world of difference
A world so out of touch
Overwhelmed by everything
But wanting more so much

Call it blind frustration
Call it blind man's
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy in the company
of Stockton 
I''m weighing in at two -o -one 
But there's a man in the front row 
Sent down by the mob with a gun. 

For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am
by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving,
to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it living with perellis
Should of check ya rear view
don't care
Hand in glove 
The good people laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we have something they'll never have
So, hand in glove I stake my
home. 
 
In the clearing stands a boxer, 
And a fighter by his trade 
And he carries the remainders 
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down 
And cut him
of fifties and hundreds
He kept in the glove box of his old gray Impala

And we're all gonna be here forever
So mama, don't you make such a stir
Just put
and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving,
In the clearing stands a boxer, 
And a fighter by his trade 
And he carries the remainders 
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down 
And cut him till he
stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger
and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev'rybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev'rybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up
don't care

Kiss my shades

Hand in glove
The good people laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have

Hand in glove
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am
the iron glove 
Brothers bought new glasses, shaped like Leon Trotsky's 
They look very nice on the mantelpiece, next to the royal family 
I'm laying back
and dough and piss off somewhere else.

My ol man was a dust person until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove
the meal
With clean hand in center field
Someone would holler at, "Dinners on"

And no matter who the battle won
We'd stop and drop our baseball gloves
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev'rybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev'rybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his