Words and music by bob seger, craig frost, tim mitchell



I've seen two time losers running everywhere

Shouting and screamin', "i was never there!"

With their hands in the air

Hands in the air



I've seen bad news messengers avoiding kings

Cheating spouses twisting their rings

With their hands in the air

Oooh, got their hands in the air

As guilty as the wind out on the sea

Affecting who we are and who we'll be



There's a desperation, a real despair

Even the good people are starting to declare

I've got my hands in the air

Ah my hands are in the air



They're surrendering, they're giving in

They'll do anything not to go through this again

They've got their hands in the air

Ooh, their hands in the air



And they're sinking in the quicksand like a stone

Broken to the marrow of the bone, oh



The dealers are dividing up their tips

The gamblers, they're all cashin' in their chips



There's a man in the middle of a parking lot

Wondering which way he should go

There's a star on the horizon

Sinking low, low



All you death wish addicts, you corrupters of truth

You killers of the spirit, you marauders of youth

Get your hands in the air

I want to see your hands in the air



If you're selling these lies, these impossible dreams

You can keep on washin' but you'll never get clean

Get your hands in the air

Let me see your hands in the air