I love it just love it
Oh.. what a pretty picture now lets...
Chop off the corners and

Swap out the colors
Keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin'
%#@! me out another one

Oh about your lover
I'm fed up with the process it's nonsense
You've got to be the farthest thing from artists

No
You're a head on a suit
I'm the living proof that you don't have to lie to keep 'em from the truth


I think that boy's got a sweet tooth
So I'll put sugar in his gas tank

Ohh, ohh
Then I'll wash my hands clean of you
I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth

I've got some sugar for your gas tank
Ohh, ohh
But I'll wash my hands clean of you.

Clean of you.....

Who doesn't love the feeling of being a stranger

Breathing amongst all the people that you should call
When in need of healing
I will continue to speak

To honor the sheep
To wreak of an easing a song of kids
Cause they haven't used open meaning


They fed us the works... ahh
And then they changed all my words

Cause I wouldn't say that to you..
Cause I don't have to lie
to keep you from the truth


I think that boy's got a sweet tooth
So I'll put sugar in his gas tank

Then I'll wash my hands clean of you
Clean of you


I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth
Got some sugar for your gas tank
But I'll wash my hands clean of you

Clean of you