Too Much Grime On My Hands [Too Much Time On My Hands by Styx]
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Well, I'm sick of all this harsh rule
I'm Pontius Pilate that's who
Got those zealous confused Jews
And I've given up home and those happy days in Rome
And the battles of old too
Is there anyone here who's not crazy?
Is there anyone here who's sane at all?
Well, I'm so tired of Jerus'lem n' all the fussin' and feuds
It's all that they do here
Well, I know that truism that there's no place like Rome
And I'd like to get there
Is there anyone here who's not a criminal?
Is there anyone who don't belong in jail?
Is it any wonder I've got too much crime on my hands
I'm sick of the strays that they send to me
I've got too much crime on my hands
It's hard to be me, oh the humanity
I've got too much crime on my hands
Man, just take Him away, take Him away from me
Too much crime on my hands
Just t-t-t-take Him away
I don't know what to do with this Man
Too much crime on my hands
Well now they sent me Jesus
Like I don't have enough problems
I now need to try Him
He's got a dozen friends
And there's hundreds of enemies who all want Him dyin'
With His many wonders they're not impressed with Him
Is it any wonder I've got not choice?
Is it any wonder I've got too much grime on my hands
It's stickin' like paint to my hands, you see
I've got too much grime on my hands
It's hard to be clean when you're a man like me
I've got too much grime on my hands
Man, just take Him away, take Him away from me
Too much grime on my hands
Just t-t-t-take Him away
I don't know what to do with this Man
Too much grime on my hands