Watkin Tudor Jones - Swiss lyrics

My hands are dirty, I do it by myself Filthy dirty, all ten of me My hands are dirty I do it by myself With love (x2) M.C. Totally Rad, I'm rough and I'm raw The delicious monster your kids will love and adore Flesh slash a chest gash-head, smashes-me a splash-sling Slang from my inner like stone at a sinner Terminally ill, sick sick sick sh** spit it like (cough)(spit) Check this out, Jesus Christ, What the f** is that? Molecules vibrate at a hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second I'm standing still, explosion, frozen in motion Stop-frame animated, smack you c*nts back-to-front Dumb insects getting manipulated by mutants Like mute ants fluttering around my head Trying to catch my light, getting zapped by illuminous humans Papa, why you doing this? Shut up, I'm just trying to fold this here Lift up your head sip from the skull The blood tastes like nectar I wield the mighty microphonic scepter My skin is beautifully blue Come in the water's lovely allow me to help you to see you Your suffering is a product of your laziness Life is life, just hustle and bustle Now here take this sponge Now wash your skin off your muscles Wash your muscle off your bone That's it: Scrub scrub scrub scrub Goodness grief What's this strange light bursting up from underneath Translucent lucid poor little girls Don't let it get to your flesh Why is Mc Totally Rad, so ridiculously fresh Neck spread, bliss, wrap rope round neck Now(?) k**ed, swing, Waddy like your little bro's body What is it? Looking at me, through your eyeballs Who are you? My hands are dirty, I do it by myself Filthy dirty, all ten of me My hands are dirty I do it by myself With love (x2) I don't look very nice without my skin-on Electronic B-boy Moths flutter around head Rock x-ray goggles s**ing on a bottle of rap very well Dropping those Fantastical Black fairy-tales Waddy's not real Uh-uh Waddy's just a character in this scary dream you're busy having The enigmatic magnifying gla** like focused on unoriginal Dilly-dallies Run around in a silly panic Little vandal I saw the end Don't know what awesome, stand still Life's ill Why cease to be stuck in mind? But the circuitry was hurting me So I unplugged now civilians Look at me like screensavers Hey, wipe that look off your face Like toilet paper, little semen sprayers wanna rock with the demonslayer Stick my finger up my nose, look what I got, thick black sticky Sticky bad crystallized snot My hands are dirty, I do it by myself Filthy dirty, all ten of me My hands are dirty I do it by myself With, love (x2) Uhmhmhmmhmhmhm!