Chorus: Don't be so bloody neat, Don't be so bloody clean, Lady Macbeth she washed her hands But the blood could still be seen. Well you clip and comb your hair, And you wash and brush your mind, But you can't wash out the wrong you do To all of humankind. (Chorus) They say we can wade in the water To wash our sins away, But the blood you shed turns the ocean red Tho you wash till judgment day. (Chorus) Well the plowman plows the field, And he's dust from head to toe, But the man at the desk who deals in death, His hands are white as snow. (Chorus)