Dirty Hands - Kill the Vultures

You could never wash the dirt from my hands

You could never wash the dirt from my hands

You could never wash the dirt from my hands

I ain’t ready for your kind of clean, I hope you understand

All you angels wear the same clothes

You eat the same trash, you walk the same road

When you were days old, went chasing rainbows

You saw the plane crash and lost your halo

You looked at your hands, eyes wide as dinner plates

You shook your thunderstorms, you felt a thinner face

You fell on bended knee, you cried your metal eyes

You hands rose to the trees, you begged those yellow skies

But please, don’t ever wash the dirt from my hands

Please, don’t ever wash the dirt from my hands

Please, don’t ever wash the dirt from my hands

I ain’t ready for your kind of clean, I hope you understand, now

Help me, I can’t help you, won’t you help me help you out?

The beggars wear a suit and tie, a sandwich board of all their doubts

Lost their wings, fell to earth, no clue where they should land

Just questions to your mysteries and dirt on your hands

The prostitutes can tell you what your body’s worth to business men

In the alley, in the courtroom, in a taxi, with a friend

The senators they fix must have a briefcase of your plans

And every day they try to sell the dirt on your hands

I used to dig for earthworms, make mud pies, dance in rain

With lightening blazing overhead, the king of walking stains

The fuck ups and the fall downs, they make me who I am

Everybody lay your burdens, raise them dirty hands

Drop down, say

Dirty hands now

Dirty hands now

Dirty hands now

Raise your dirty hands and tell me

You could never wash the dirt from my hands

You could never wash the dirt from my hands

You could never wash the dirt from my hands

I ain’t ready for your kind of clean, I hope you understand

All you angels lost your halos, walk the same road, don’t you?

All you angels, walk the same road, lost your halos, did you?

All you angels, eat the same trash, walk the same road, don’t you?

Dirty hands, don’t wash your dirty hands