These Filthy Hands
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"It can be anybody..."
"It can look like anything at all,"
"Anyone at all... You can never tell..."
"Regular people... They look like human beings."
Haphazardly, tumbling hard
Fall right down, laugh out loud
All in the scheme of things
We're all looking up, growing tall
It's like pulling one hair
You are what you are to me
With wet fingers In my eyes, you're a star
Petroleum jelly You're something I'll never be
And watch the rains dance
You're something I'm frightened of
I've got to get clean! The rain will cleanse me!
And I've got to wash these filthy hands!
Because it's all just a futile plan
That'd mean I'd have to believe again
It's like a career to breathe
An existence I can't conceive
Emotionless, as in slug, in my imagined oblivion
You would swear, It's as much fun
That I could, As poking at a nerve
Walk and talk, No one wants to fail
But I doubt you will ever, But no 1 wants to work
Ever prove enough Vocabulary test is graded on a curve
Smartest kid is stupid, word is never heard
Ever prove enough
I've got to get clean! The rain will cleanse me!
I doubt you'll ever prove it!
And I've got to wash these filthy hands!
I doubt you'll ever prove it!
All these thoughts and feelings are for naught
Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade
Still they remain!
All these thoughts and feelings are for naught
Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade
Still they remain!
Caught, waiting for the rain!
Time devours life!
With my soul as the defendant
Don't catch me if I fall... I may have jumped
You never know... You don't know me at all, at all
All these thoughts and feelings are for naught
Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade
Still they remain!
All these thoughts and feelings are for naught
Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade
Still they remain!
Because it's all just a futile plan
That'd mean I'd have to believe again
It's like a career to breathe
An existence I can't conceive
Emotionless, as in slug, in my imagined oblivion
You would swear Try pulling one hair
That I could walk and talk With wet fingers
But I doubt you will ever
Ever prove enough Petroleum jelly
And watch the rains dance
I doubt you'll ever prove it!
All these thoughts and feelings are for naught
Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade
Still they remain!
All these thoughts and feelings are for naught
Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade
Still they remain!
Caught, waiting for the rain!
Time devours life!
Waiting for the rain!
Time devours life!... Caught!
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