Clean Your Hands

The Bastard Sons Of Dioniso

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Clean your hands to escape from friends
Clean your eyes, all seems so nice
Cut his head, it's not so bad
Try to smile, you weren't kind

Just apologies
Phone the police
I'm too drunk
To turn back home

Clean your hands to escape from friends
Clean your eyes, all seem so nice
Cut his head, it's not so bad
Try to smile, you weren't kind

Flows out, flows out
Thousands of roses bloom on our bodies now
Flows out, flows out
Bloom on our bodies now

Clean your hands to escape from friends
Clean your eyes, all seem so nice
Cut his head, it's not so bad
Try to smile, you weren't kind

Just apologies
Phone the police
I'm too drunk
To turn back home

Clean your hands to escape from friends
It's not the end

Clean your hands to escape from friends
Clean your hands to escape from friends