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There's an old old story that everybody knows
'Bout a man who built his house upon the rock
An old old story from a long time ago
Before the hands of time become a clock
A straight forward meaning, a simple solid plan
But some lack of understanding
Kept my head buried in the sand
Then I got no problem
I can wash my hands of the consequences man
There's an old time saying I know you heard before
The truth it hurts but ignorance is bliss
Without so much as weighing the consequences out
We back away from pain towards a kiss
Sunlight can blind you, sunlight makes you see
And when it's hard to face the music
You keep your head buried in the sand
Then I got no problem
I can wash my hands of the consequences man
There's nothing to concern me
No need to understand
Did what it was you told me
To keep my head buried in the sand
Then I got no problem
I can wash my hands of the consequences man