Soul Asylum - Little Too Clean Lyrics
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Little Too Clean
Little Too Clean Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Little Too Clean By Soul Asylum?
Thought I heard you screaming
And pulling out your hair Furious and steaming A state upon your stare Don't you know Dirt will find you and Dirt reminds you that Dirt will always be there It's only Dirt around you and Dirt surrounds you and Follows you everywhere Here's a dirty joke, man Filled with filth and smut The heart of it, it sparkles The more it can corrupt Don't you know Dirt can't hurt you I'm truly certain Usually washes out Don't you know Rain will wash out the Stain and all of your Pain will work itself out Work it out 'Fraid you've lost your innocence To some-odd social scene You're right on top But you've been replaced By a shiny new machine And dirt keeps following you And you don't know what it means You're a little too clean A little too clean A little too clean One day dirt will bury you and You will understand There is nothing much more than the Ground on which you stand Don't you know Dirt will find you and Dirt reminds you that Dirt will always be there It's only Dirt around you and Dirt surrounds you and Follows you everywhere 'Fraid you've lost your innocence To some-odd social scene You're right on top But you've been replaced By a shiny new machine And dirt keeps following you And you don't know what it means You're a little too clean A little too clean A little too clean |
Who Wrote Little Too Clean By Soul Asylum?
David Anthony Pirner
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What's The Duration Of The Little Too Clean By Soul Asylum?The duration of Little Too Clean is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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