Caveman - Ocdc Lyrics

I always wash my hands
I keep them clean as much as I can
No matter how hard I scrub
Germs hang onto me right to the nub

I tried to medicate my head but in a week all thoughts were dead

I can't come over to your pad
Your antique chairs will drive me mad
Your front door opens to the right
I can't walk in without a fight

I tried to medicate my head but in a week all thoughts were dead

I can't take the class you teach
The chalk eraser has left streaks
When I look down at your desk
There's no right angles just a mess

I tried to medicate my head but in a week all thoughts were dead

When I'm driving in my car
I only turn left can't get far
You put your hand out for a shake
With no glove I can't reciprocate

I tried to medicate my head but in a week all thoughts were dead