Now I thought we'd come alive,
And stop all this drunk and drivin'.
You the one who wanted to slam those gates,
And kill those crofts that cut you a length.
But still you the one who wanted to save your soul,
With all your bullshit rock n' roll.
But now she hides her eyes,burns her hands and hopes she dies.

Chorus:
Am I gettin' my hands dirty? uh huh,uh huh,
It's not just for myself,not just all for self,no.
I figure we movin' on up,movin' on up,yeah.
It's not just for myself,not just all for self.

Now he put your hand in mine,
Come Daddy,come show me a sign.
Now what I do,I do for you's.
The white and the black and the browns and the blues.
Now problems comes in two foot waves,
For movin' earth and diggin' graves.
Now he ain't tryin' to justify it,
But he'll feel better once he tries it.

Chorus x 4