I'm a predator, the sovereign won't take what I want
Constant victim to the others I was taught
When I was young
You can get your hands dirty, boy
Get your, get your dirty boy
Such a beautiful wreck hidin' behind lost eyes
Like delicate hands wrapped around my neck
So tight
They tell me I can have it all, tell me I can have what I want
But you can get your hands dirty, boy
Get your, get your dirty boy
Get your hands dirty, boy
Get your, get your dirty boy
Get your dirty, dirty boy
Get your, get your dirty
Dirty, boy
She tastes sweet like nicotine
Rot your teeth right out clean
Goes to church on Sunday, nobody knows a thing
Markin' up her skin where the good and bad are conquering
So tell me who wins
If someone's outside the door peakin' in
She says she keeps her mouth closed to keep the world out
So can you use your pretty hands so you can show me
What you think about?
So can you use your pretty hands so you can
Show me what you think about?
So can you use your pretty hands so you can
Show me what you think about?
So can you use your pretty hands so you can
Show me what you think about?
Tell me what I am, tell me everything is black and white
Tell me where inside the song to flip the words and make it right
People talk and talk, but I'm a predator at heart
So can you tell me what I mean by you can
Get your hands dirty boy?
Tell me what I am, tell me everything is black and white
Tell me where inside the song to flip the words and make it right
People talk and talk, but I'm a predator at heart
So can you tell me what I mean by you can
Get your hands dirty boy?