Get Clean

Flashing lights outside your window

You can't see them from the hall

Slip back into your dark bedroom

Grab your old revolver and 40 rounds of ball

She says babe what are you doing

As I peek out through the blinds

She says he ain't slept in 3 day and long 4 nights

And I think that you might have finally went

And lost your ever loving mind

But you've got to get clean

Lord, you've got to get clean

And you've got to get clean

You've got to get clean

Shaky hands & empty bottles

I can't focus on a thing

Having nightmares in the daytime

Till I hear my telephone ring

On the other ends my momma

And I can hear the words she said

She said: Son, you better put down that bottle

Lord, or ten years down the road

You're either gonna be miserable or dead

Yeah, and you've got to get clean

You've got to get clean

Well, you've got to get clean

Lord knows you've gotta get clean

Preacher stands up in the pulpit

And he starts an alter call

Asking for those that don't know the fate of their souls

To get up out of them pews and start walking down the isle

Who amongst you knows the Devil

Who amongst you knows the Lord

Choose the latter, nothing else matters

Just as long as you choose to use that Bible for your sword

But you've got to get clean

Well, you've got to get clean

Lord, you've got to get clean

Lord knows that you've got to get clean