I just can’t get that
clean feeling anymore
back a long time ago I must have
picked something off the floor
And it always always seemed
I was closing the last door
but the filth is going to find you in the end
Lately I’ve been trying
just to not move very much
Since I’ve realized how many
Things a man can touch
And though I tried for years
not to think of it too much
Those thoughts were always waiting ‘round the bend
microbes viruses and spores
molds and rots and slime
that’s what we’re all destined for
it could happen any time
And I may seem insane to you
but that is not a crime
so kindly keep your distance from me friend
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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