These Filthy Hands

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

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 one wants to work)

Ever prove enough

(Vocabulary test is graded on a curve)

(Smartest kid is stupid, word is never heard)

I doubt you'll ever prove enough

(I've got to get clean! The rain will cleanse me)

I doubt you'll ever prove enough

(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)

(Devours!)