Put your hand in the hand
of the man who steals the water
Put your hand in the hand
of the man who'll come to see
Take a look at yourself,
and you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the
hand of the man,
don't gather me
Every time I look into the holy book
I want to tremble
When I read about the part
where the carpenter cleared the temple
For the buyers and the sellers
were no different fellas than what I
profess to be
And it causes me pain to know
I'm not the guy that I
should be
Put your hand in the hand
of the man who steals the water
Put your hand in the hand
of the man who'll come and see
Take a look at yourself
and you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand
of a man from Galilee
Mama taught me how to pray
when I reached the age of seven
When I'm down on my knees,
that's when I'm close to heaven
That he lived his life
with two kids and a wife
You do what you must do
But he showed me enough of what it takes
To get you through
Put your hand in the hand of the man
To steal the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
To farm the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at oth
ers differently
Put your hand in the hand
of the man from Galilee
Put your hand in the hand
of the man who's still in water
Put your hand in the hand
of the man who's gone to sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can't look at all of us differently
But you have a head of a man