Palm of Your Hand
Buzzcocks Lyrics


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It's not so strange you know to feel like this
I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
I've made up my mind as a bull sees red
To get my tail wagged must I sit up and beg

And if you want to brush up on technique
You can read all about it in the book that I found
When the spirit is willing the flesh won't be weak
There's little more to it than just jerking around
I'm hungry for the most perfect of needs
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

It's not so strange you know to feel like this
I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
It's practically safe not much risk of disease
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves




My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Buzzcocks' song "Palm of Your Hand" are about autoeroticism and masturbation. The song begins with the line "It's not so strange you know to feel like this", which acknowledges the taboo nature of the subject matter. The singer then goes on to describe how he has "fallen in love with the palm of [his] hand" and that he has "done more than kiss" with himself. He describes his "craving" and how it "feeds at the palm of [his] hand".


The lyrics use overtly sexual language throughout, with lines such as "You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves" and "It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees". The singer also mentions finding a book to "brush up on technique", which implies that he is actively seeking to improve his masturbation skills.


Overall, the song is a bold, unapologetic celebration of autoeroticism and the pleasures of self-love. It speaks to a universal experience, while still being provocative and subversive.


Line by Line Meaning

It's not so strange you know to feel like this
It's common to feel this way


I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I know you'll get it


I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
We've done more than just kiss


Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
Have you ever had a self-love experience?


I've made up my mind as a bull sees red
I'm determined


To get my tail wagged must I sit up and beg
What do I have to do to get you to satisfy me?


And if you want to brush up on technique
If you want to learn more


You can read all about it in the book that I found
I found a resource for you


When the spirit is willing the flesh won't be weak
As long as you're mentally ready, your body will be too


There's little more to it than just jerking around
It's simple


I'm hungry for the most perfect of needs
I have a strong desire


My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
I find satisfaction in myself


My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
I become aroused


It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
It's like an automatic response


Executive attention yes the kind that relieves
The kind of pleasure that releases stress


You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
You have the tools for pleasure


The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand
The pleasure comes from myself


It's practically safe not much risk of disease
It's a low-risk activity




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PETER SHELLEY

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