set me free He had a couple of cold bottles Full of gasoline Saying all I love is all that I allow You blew me a kiss of a big burned hand I nearly
goin' in Yeah Burn it clean Burn it clean Burn it clean Burn it clean Burn it clean Burn it clean Wound up tied, hot under the collar You'll do anything for a dollar Burn
help but getting Freaky, freaky, freaky, this situation's dirty Dirty, dirty, oh, wee, oh Dirty girl, I'm the cleaning man, I put my globes on So I can clean
boy for girl Up the weight, give you Peruvian flake You had to dump the body, Burned it beyond recognition Back back in commission Scooped your hooker, cleaned
But he has to shovel and burn his friends to die People do die and on the gate read 'Arbeit macht frei' In her rollers and a gasper She's cleaning the
hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey Feel it burning Burn my fuckin' pain Ooh, I burn Fuel is pumping engines Burnin' hard, loose and clean Then I burn
cups Mm, that I love so much. I just can't get enough, My baby, uh Mm, and she's hard to touch But sometimes, she cuss too much. But then she burn it
vest quick (He's heating up! ) Could have guessed it They all compete and they all get bested Why try to test it, just how I test it Spit so clean that
days when the ladies said "Please gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me" Brown-eyed women and red grenadine The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
all caved in Down in Jericho Broken hearts don't mend Tear stained eyes of kin Never ever seen What their future might have been The hat lamps burned
lost a minute of sleep When worrying 'bout the way that things might have been Big wheels keep on turning Proud Mary keeps on burning Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river Cleaned
The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started 'Cause there's only rehashed faces On the
on assembly lines Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up in purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco Make notes, burn
the wheel Now she steals my body home The trees are fake, the air is dead The birds are stuffed with poison lead And the ground is much too clean And
, nice days on your way Sipping the golden days on a riptide Freak's ride, sleep inside A parasite's appetite Oh, say can't you see the chemistry The parasites that clean
time The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned
brand new lover You decided that I'm not your kind So I pulled your name out of my Rolodex And I tore all your pictures in two And I burned down the
nigga that told ya to get down for your rights? (Bone Thugs) Now, who be the niggas that step in the club makin' everythang pause? So fresh, so clean