Feet on the sand I've always hated the feeling of the wet sand on my feet And I'm so done with pretending that you don't hurt me But I'll pretend And if you need anything, come through Baby, come through, baby, come through And if you need anything, come through Baby, come through, baby, come through Hands turn, hands turn to claws I've always hated the feeling of my weird hands touching my body And I'm so done pretending Now I'm a crab man and I'll pretend And if you need anything, come through Baby, come through, baby, come through And if you need anything, come through Baby, come through, baby, come through