I feel like I'm coming down with it   All of the symptoms fit    And I backslide   An eye on the clock   I don't talk much   When I'm running    On the inside   When every conclusion reached   Is out to you   I put on my best face and my kid gloves, too   And held up the end   Until it's out of my hands   Out of my hands      And if you tuned in to see blood   It's not a subject that I surpass in   My mission's been scrubbed; my brains were washed   Because I never was your assassin      It's like a desert    Sand will have to do   And between my fingers    Saw it running through   Until it turned into this   And out of my hands   Out of my hands   Out of my hands      So come up and check   There's nothing up my sleeve   All the while   It's getting harder for you to believe      Out of my hands   Out of my hands   Out of my hands