| Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap
|
| Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap
|
| A fresh start’s all I need as I’m gargling bleach
|
| Will this get my chakras all clean?
|
| Hope so, soap, soap, my love could use a lather
|
| Morals mixed with mud need a scrub
|
| Blow away my bones with a bath bomb
|
| Sentence me to sop in the suds
|
| Feel like I need to shower for eternity
|
| Society so dirty, someone get me clean internally
|
| Wash me in detergent 'til it’s burning me
|
| Water boilin', joining her in serving me the third degree
|
| She’s right, I mean, I’m surely better than her last man
|
| Probably better than her next man too
|
| But these taunting tainted tracks I’ve marched,
|
| Left the bottoms of my feet so black like tar
|
| Tar in my lungs, soap
|
| Tar in my lungs, soap
|
| Soap, soap
|
| Soap, C’mon, soap
|
| I guess that I regret what I said now I’m sober
|
| (Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap)
|
| Do they have Head and Shoulders for inside your head and your soul or
|
| (Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap)
|
| Do I need a cleanse that’ll foam up?
|
| Anything to end this aroma
|
| 'Cause it smell foul from the language
|
| Scrub me from the inside out like you’re painting
|
| Scrub me from the inside out
|
| Brush me from the inside out
|
| I feel stained from the smoke
|
| Think my brain need a bathtub
|
| Think my veins need to soak
|
| Lemme drain all the bad blood
|
| Let these bars clean (no soap)
|
| Let your heart bleed (no thanks)
|
| Secrets haunt me (no ghost)
|
| Lemme come clean (no chance)
|
| We stay out late
|
| But when we fill up, we don’t fill up like a gas tank
|
| We fill up like an ashtray
|
| She’s real and blunt, she cut up me up
|
| Feel like she spilled my guts on the park bench
|
| Pardon me darlin', I guess I left that part of me
|
| Sparta imparted in the Garden State, still charming
|
| But darkened is being hardened involved in evolving Darwin
|
| Spark restart it, get this soap by the carton
|
| Just for all you starving artists, eat this soap by the carton
|
| Just for all you starving-
|
| I guess that I regret what I said now I’m sober
|
| (Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap)
|
| Do they have Head and Shoulders for inside your head and your soul or
|
| (Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap)
|
| Do I need a cleanse that’ll foam up?
|
| Anything to end this aroma
|
| 'Cause it smell foul from the language
|
| Scrub me from the inside out like you’re painting |