Dirty Hands

I scrub and scrub but my hands aren't clean, they're still dirty from the filth I've seen. The things I've heard words I've spoke, and every dirty filthy joke. Although to you the filths not seen, I feel the grit in cracks between. Why the strange look on your face, you are in my very place. You could use a little scrub a little soap, a lot of rub. Im not speaking to demean, you know yourself your hands aren't clean.