Soap by Mukala

Fiction by Mukala

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Soap
by Mukala

Album: Fiction

(Do do do-do do)
(3X)

(Do do do-do do)
(3X)

I'm bleachin', and scrubbin'
Been rubbin' around in the dirt
Infested, infected
My soul, beginning to hurt
I'll whitewash, my tombstone
So bright and white and clean
I don't think, no one can see the rot beneath

~Chorus~
What soap
Can never wash away
Deodorize or disinfect
The dirty hands of a derelict
What soap
Can never wash away
The blood-stained hands of a guilty man
Only Your love c-an

(Do do do-do do)
(3X)

We're fickle, we're wayward
Rubbin' shoulders with fallen angels
And carry, epidemics
Spread around by street corner medics
We try, and we try
To heal with the naked eye
And find a cure for the sinful seed
We carry in our genes

~Chorus~

(Do do do-do do)
(3X)

~Chorus~
Only Your love can
Yea-eah
Only Your love can
Only Your love, can
Yeah
Only Your love can