Steve Felton - These Filthy Hands lyrics

"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 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 1 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 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! Time devours life!... Caught!