Clean It Up

In the gnarly winds of the oncoming beast

I confuse myself

In the choppy woods of the trackless ruts

I compose myself

In the chance I took, I'm a broken horse

I'm the one who's no good in your eyes

Can I change these things?

Can I break the spell that you've cast over me?

Parallel lines on a slow decline, tractor rape chain

Better yet, let's all get wet on the tractor rape chain

Clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, clean it up right now

Clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, clean it up right now

I said clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, clean it up right now

I said clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, clean it up right now