Don’t Touch Me

Don’t touch me
Don’t touch me
With dirty hands
God knows where they’ve been
God knows where they’ve been
The top of the list
Or the bottom of sin
Don’t look at me
Don’t look at me
With those eyes
God knows what they’ve seen
God knows what they’ve seen
All the unthinkable
All the unclean
When virtue takes the day off
All the pigs will eat from the trough
All the pigs eat from the trough
Shall I begin where I left off
Don’t talk to me
Don’t talk to me
With those lips
God knows what they’ve kissed
God knows what they’ve kissed
The animal tongue
Or the prostitute fist
Don’t touch me
Don’t touch me
With dirty hands
God knows where they’ve been
God knows where they’ve been
God knows where they’ve been