Clean of You

I love it just love it
 Oh... what a pretty picture now lets...
 Jump off the corners and
 Swap out the colors
 Keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin'
 Keep 'em shorter my brethren
 Shimmy out another one
 Thought about your mother
 I'm tryin' to beat 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 positive
 I think that boy's got a sweet coat
 So I'll put sugar in his gas tank
 Ohh, ohh
 Then I'll wash my hands clean of you
 I said oh boy you've got a sweet coat
 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 you need a feeling
 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
 Can't you fucking tell?
 I think that boy's got a sweet coat
 I'll put sugar in his gas tank
 Then I'll wash my hands clean of you
 Clean of you.