Lyrics These Filthy Hands - Mushroomhead
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
rain
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
Oh
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)
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
Oh
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
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