Clean Of You

(álbum: Lowcountry - 2010)

I love it just love it oh
What a pretty picture now let's
Jump off the corners and
Swap out the colors
Keep 'em coming keep 'em coming
Keep 'em shorter my brethren
Shimmy out another one
Thought 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, ooh ooh
Then I'll wash my hands clean of you, clean of you
I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth
I've got some sugar for your gas tank, ooh ooh
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 who you should call
When in need of healing
I will continue to speak
To honor the sheep and to wreak
Of an easing a song of kids
'Cause their heads could use opening

They fed us the works ah
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, ooh ooh
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, ooh ooh
But I'll wash my hands clean of you, clean of you