Self

It All Comes Out In The Wash

Songtext

(Mmm
Mmm, hmm-hmm, mmm
Mmm, hmm-hmm)

Miracle man, such pitiful hands
Undermining my plans and truths
Don't need a television
Tellin' me what should be done
Neither should you

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Hey, I guess all I want from life
Is a car that I can drive
Home from work, late at night
From my nine-to-five
And if I don't survive
I guess all I want from life
Is to know that I tried, before I died

Setting the scene, ripped from a magazine
From the day before - such pointless info!
Over, and over, and over again
You're fumbling to make amends
Just let it go

Now, it's in the way that you shake your head at me
Now, it's in the way that you make your bed for me

All I want from life
Is a car that I can drive
Home from work, late at night
From my nine-to-five
Now, if I don't survive
I guess all I want from life
Is to know that I tried, before I died

(Mmm
Mmm, hmm-hmm, mmm
Mmm, hmm-hmm, mmm
Mmm, hmm-hmm, mmm
Mmm, hmm-hmm...)