Texty: Faith No More. Evidence.

If you want to open the hole
Just put your head down and go
Step beside the piece of circumstance
Got to wash away the taste of evidence


Wash it away
(Evidence...got a taste of evidence)


I didn't feel a thing
It didn't mean a thing
Look in the eye and testify;
I didn't feel a thing


Anything you say, we know you're guilty
Hands above your head and you won't even feel me


You won't feel me