Текст песни 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