Lyrics Dirty Hands - Kill the Vultures

Dirty Hands

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