So lift your hands up from your sides, rinse them both off with your pride, and let the world see what we're not. Because we have carved out our desires, and placed them in the hands of liars that will forget you
when they want.


They want you to take a bow. Everybody here's allowed one. So make it good, son.

And let there be no sacred lands. With one final song and dance, let our clean hands know the earth. We'll build a culture, brave and strong, we won't rely on anyone, and all our souls will know their worth.


Pave the way, we are modern men, and we have fought to exist. We have crawled from the water to the dry land, and our hands are the dirtiest.


But I'm alive and the sun is shining in! Oh, I have fought to exist. I
have crawled from the water to the dry land, and my hands are the dirtiest.


I'm alive and the sun is shining in! Oh, my belly has been filled. I
have seen everything a body can see, and my hands are the dirtiest.