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This song is by Watkin Tudor Jones and appears on the album The Fantastic Kill (2005).

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 shit spit it like (cough) (spit)
Check this out, Jesus Christ, What the fuck 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 cunts 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 (?) killed, 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
Sucking 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 glass 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!

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