These Filthy Hands 歌词

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!)