Dirty Hands - MacHiavel

Would you come down to hear me to night

I’d like to feel the «Warm"of love again

When you’ll show me that you just don’t care

No one says this would be that far that pain

Dirty hands to wash her face

Dirty hands to clean her brain

Well I need a day off, but it could «take a year»

Now I need to rest enough to ride a mile in a minute dear

This world is made of, all unknown that shares

The pulse of life I need to find my age

Dirty hands with an angel face

Dirty hands to clean her brain

Everlasting love was here gone with the knife which is made of steel

Everlasting love in hell join the line put down your name

Dirty hands are in paradise

Dirty hands are never alone

Dirty hands are nothing you own

Would you come down and listen to me

I’d like to feel the «Warm"of love again

Dirty hands are coming your way

Dirty hands knows how to play

Everlasting love was here gone with the knife which is made of steel

Everlasting love in hell join the line put down your name

Dirty hands back from paradise

Dirty hands with an angel face

Dirty hands to clean your brain

Dirty hands are coming your way

Dirty hands are here to stay