Tekstovi: Mushroomhead. Xx. These Filthy Hands.

Haphazardly, Tumbling Hard Fall Right Down, You Are What You Are To Me All In The Scheme Of Things, Laugh Out Loud We're All Looking Up Growing Tall It's Like Pulling One Hair You're Something I'll Never Be With Wet Fingers Petroleum Jelly In My Eyes You're A Star 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, Walk And Talk That I Could, No One Wants To Fail But I Doubt You Will Ever But No One Wants To Work Vocabulary Test Is Graded On A Curve Ever Prove Enough Smartest Kid Is Stupid I Doubt You'll Ever Prove It! I've Got To Get Clean Word Is Never Heard All These Thoughts And Feelings The Rain Will Cleanse Me And I've Got to Wash These Filthy Hands Are For Naught Unappealing So You Expect Them To Dull And Fade Caught Waiting For The Rain Still They Remain 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