Hem of Your Garment

It is a soul that feels no thrill

And no, no, I'm not fit to touch
And no, no, I'm not fit to touch
Only reciting memorized lines
The hem of your garment, yea yea, yea
And I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment

The hem of your garment
It is a soul that could easily kill
The hem of your garment
The hem of your garment

And I am only biding time
The hem of your garment
I have no love but only goals

And I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
And no, no I'm not fit to touch

Only reciting memorized lines
And I'm only biding time
How very empty is my soul
And no, no, I'm not fit to touch
I am intrinsically no good
No, no, I'm not fit to touch
I have a heart that's made of wood
The hem of your garment, yea yea, ha
Hoo, ah, huh, huh, huh, huh, say

And I'm not fit to touch
Yaa, yea, huh, alright, oh no, hoo, hey, hey