Hem Of Your Garment

Alright, I am intrinsically no good I have a heart that's made of wood And I am only biding time Only reciting memorized lines And I'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment And no, no, I'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment I have no love but only goals How very empty is my soul It is a soul that feels no thrill It is a soul that could easily kill And I'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment And no, no, I'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment, yea yea, yea I am intrinsically no good I have a heart that's made of wood And I'm only biding time Only reciting memorized lines And I'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment And no, no, I'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment No, no, I'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment And no, no I'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment, yea yea, ha Yaa, yea, huh, alright, oh no, hoo, hey, hey Hoo, ah, huh, huh, huh, huh, say Hoo, hoo, hey, hey, hoo, hoo