Are you happy now? Somewhere in the crowd In a foreign place There's nothing left to say So I shut my mouth So won't you tell me, babe You're a world away You're the only one who can The wash in the weight of your pockets, so deep

And now my bitter hands Of what was everything All been washed in black Tattooed everything Sheets of empty canvas Untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me As her body once did

And I can't do a damn thing about it It's a damn shame that I can't change I can't undo everything I'd like to So I roll on and I shout it 'Cause I can't do a damn thing about it Been washed in the blood of the Lamb And I washed blood off of my hands

I'm gonna peel you away Now as I begin To wash you off my skin Cause you're not right within I say goodbye When I found out this love's undone I was like a gun Sure as it was over Felt like nothing good could come

Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And

Only you, only you Like I love myself No one's ever touched me like I touch myself No, nobody else Yeah-eh-eh, eh eh eh I don't wanna shower even if I stink 'Cause I don't wanna wash you off, wash you off my skin It's been about an hour

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

But now they are a part of me And I've been searching for a remedy When all along it's been in front of me I'm falling on my knees right now I'm covered in the mess I made These colors used to wash right out I need you here, I need you now A life that we