i clutch sarte and guatama
with that white knuckle desperation
cuz my job puts things in my head
and before
my eyes

boy,
souls are clean
spotless
till they muck 'round in the mud

virgins, baby, virgins

now we all wash our hands
the food service industry
for christ's sake
has god damn videos
'bout the proper way
to wash yr hands

in the end
it ain't germs we're tryin to kill
its souls
we're
tryin to clean
and save
and bleach
and wash

make virgins, baby, virgins
out of trash and air