The Perfect Gift

Suppose you wash your hands of,
The dirt you run them through all day,
The mess you made,
Could it all make sense sometime?
When you crawl over to show blame,
It's all my fault,
And your eyes,
that I don't know,

Believe what is told to you,
So god liberates every way,
You stupid fool,
And your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Spare me yeah,
And your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Spare me yeah,

Suppose you wash your hands of,
The dirt you run them through all day,

Believe what is told to you,
So god liberates every way,
You stupid fool,
And your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Spare me yeah,
And your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Spare me yeah,
Spare me yeah,

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, (X6)