These Filthy Hands

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

An Existence I Can't Conceive

Emotionless As In Slug

In My Imagined Oblivion

It's As Much Fun

As Poking At A Nerve

You Would Swear,

That I Could,

Walk And Talk

No One Wants To Fail

But No One Wants To Work

But I Doubt You Will Ever

Vocabulary Test Is Graded On A Curve

Ever Prove Enough

Smartest Kid Is Stupid

Word Is Never Heard

I Doubt You'll Ever Prove It!

I've Got To Get Clean

The Rain Will Cleanse Me

And I've Got to Wash These Filthy Hands

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