#2 Hit Single

He can fit your entire head in his hand He squeezes it, it throbs, all wide eyes and tight grips Those giant mitts try to wring us out And we sit in its palms (During the day, you laugh like a sad sigh In place of an answer And then had to be polite When everyone saw that your were sweating) But at night, I get swollen in white leather And black rubber And one fat layer of sweat My face is brushed with the devil's fruit And I don't have to think about tomorrow again