From the recording Family Portraits (Volume 2)
A piano driven torch song of empathy about being composite on the sexual continuum.
Words and voice: Hendrik "Henk" Kleinsmiede
Music: Siljan Panovski
Lyrics
Wash Your Hands
Part of me likes glitter and sequins
Feathers and boas and things
Part of me likes to drink
In the Queen’s Arms
Pink champagne on cold, cold ice
Your hands smell of semen
You need to clean them
Lock yourself in the closet
Don’t come out
Wash your mouth out with soap
Scrub the stains from your heart
Please understand
I’m in love with John Grant
And the Queen of Denmark
Don’t you know?
Once you’re out
You can never, no never, go back
You can’t
Wash your hands of me
Of course…
Sex is a weapon
I’m in love with a person
Not a gender
Don’t hold out much hope
Of acceptance
When
When your hands smell of soap
Round my neck you place a rope
Please understand
I’m in love with John Grant
And the Queen of Denmark
Don’t you know?
Once you’re out
You can never, no never, go back
You can’t
Wash your hands of me
So…some of us are gay
Some of us straight
Some in between
Me?
I’m apposite
In the middle
Composite
But out of the closet
Please understand
I’m in love with John Grant
And the Queen of Denmark
Don’t you know?
Once you’re out
You can never, no never, go back
You can’t
Wash your hands of me
Please don’t
Wash your hands of me
Wash your hands of me