Letra de 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 beingsHaphazardly, tumbling hard Fall right down, laugh out loud All in the scheme of things We're all looking up, growing tallIt'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 handsBecause 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 oblivionYou 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 remainAll these thoughts and feelings are for naught Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade Still they remainCaught Waiting for the Rain Time devours lifeWith 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 allAll these thoughts and feelings are for naught Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade Still they remainAll these thoughts and feelings are for naught Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade Still they remainBecause 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 oblivionYou 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 itAll these thoughts and feelings are for naught Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade Still they remainAll these thoughts and feelings are for naught Unappealing, so you expect them to dull and fade Still they remainCaught Waiting for the Rain Time devours Life Waiting for the rain