I was born
And I was made
In the undergrowth
And I'll be sown
And I'll be slain
Like the little weeds
So take my bones
And all my toil
Give it to the soil
'Cause everybody wants somebody to love
You've got to get your hands dirty first
Oh man, that's dirty work
And everybody wants somebody to hold
You've got to get your hands dirty first
Oh man, that's thirsty work
I was born
And I was raised
On the good book
Nothing's pure
And nothing's fair
I've had a good look
So take my heart
From my chest
I mean it
I mean it
'Cause everybody wants somebody to love
You've got to get your hands dirty first
Oh man, that's dirty work
And everybody wants somebody to hold
You've got to get your hands dirty first
Oh man that's thirsty work
Your hands dirty first
Oh man, that's dirty work
