Here are the complete lyrics of the song "Clap Hands" by Eric Church, including background, meaning, and song info.
Clap Hands by Eric Church Verse 1 Sane, sane, they’re all insane Fine is blind, the conductor is lame Sits in that leather jacket with a sad look dane Hanging out the window With a bottle full for her name Chorus Clap hands, clap your hands Clap hands Verse 2 Roll roll the thunder and the rain Some bitches never comin’ back here no more Dude in the window with a bird on a pole Always finding a man that’ll shovel off your coal Chorus Clap hands, clap hands Clap your hands, clap hands Verse 3 I said steam, steam A hundred bad dreams Goin’ up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans Fifty dollar bill inside a paladin’s head Ain’t nobody sure where mr. liquor body’s at
The song "Clap Hands" by Eric Church is often interpreted as a reflection on emotional struggles, inner pain, and raw self-expression. The lyrics dive into personal feelings and vulnerability.
Eric Church is an emerging artist known for emotional and expressive music, often categorized under underground hip-hop or pop.
You can stream the song on platforms such as Spotify, YouTube, SoundCloud, and Apple Music.
There may be unofficial uploads on YouTube, but Eric Church has not released an official music video at the time of writing.