Hands

I’ve got blood on my hands.
I’ve got sweat in my sheets,
stains on my shirt,
dirt at my feet.
I’ve got lust in my pants,
skin on my teeth,
blood on my hands.
All around the world
they breed little boys and girls
to read nothing into it.
All alone at home
I wait for the telephone
to break up the static.
Yell if you’ve had it.
I’ve got blood in my veins,
skin on my back,
voice in my brain.
We’ve got sweat in my sheets,
stains in my shirt,
dirt at our feet.
We’ve got lust in my pants,
skin on our teeth,
blood on our hands.
We’ve got blood on our hands.