Dancing with the ghosts
Of a cataclysmic dose
In knowing what they're told
Still sit and watch the phone
For, your, praise, while
We're washing, washing, washing away
I have no hope for the world of today
Breaking their backs just to censor the pain
While we're washing, washing, washing away
I'm sleeping with the whores
Of social order
In never speaking words
They're gathering the herds
For your praise while we're
Washing, washing, washing away
I have no hope for the world of today
Breaking their backs just to censor the pain
While we're washing, washing, away
Washing, washing, washing away
I have no hope for the world of today
Breaking their backs just to censor the pain
While we're washing, washing, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
Washing a, washing away
I have no hope for the world of today