Lyrics
I know a man
with dirty palms
From all the money
that he stole
I asked him once
was it worth it?
He looked at me-
that was it.
And I knew a man
with dirty feet
No matter what he did,
the dirt sunk in
And he worked himself to death,
and he is barely missed
But of the two, I would rather be
The man with the feet unclean
'Cause if I were a man with dirty palms
I would look at all that I had lost
I fear I would not think it were too much
Even though, exorbitant the cost.