God Keep Our Hands Clean - Fembots

You’d hate yourself, if you knew what I was doing in your name

Or maybe not, if it’s all the same, it’s all the same

And we’re all the same

It’s the way you must always fight a devil with the devil

You must always fight an idol with the lord

We got tired, you got bored, we’re all the same

And it’s all the same

God, keep our hands clean

In the end, if we only knew what we hate about each other

Make it more than just our name

Everyday in our own little way

We’re all the same, we’re all the same

In the end, if we only had one question for each other

Make it more than who’s to blame

Everyday in our own little way

We’re all the same, we’re all the same

In the end

God, keep our hands clean