I hope there′s a shot in the dark

That if I keep it up I can keep on going

They say that life is shortAnd it can't be bought by the likes of me

I heard that it won′t be long

Until we're gone like dew in the morning

Stop the clocks! Pull up your socks!

Go find a fountain to wash it off

So kill the screen, head to Medellin

To shout and scream and find your trouble

Live amongst the orange roses

Pull vogue poses and wash it off

Lord knows I'm in the field

Hellhounds are back and on my heels

They said I died last week

In the Pacific Ocean, no words were spoken

The plane fell right out the sky

They don′t know why, but don′t you worry

'Cause life′s a lie, so roll the die

Keep on trying to wash it off

Go wash it off

Go wash it off

Go wash it off

Don't you even think of me

′Cause I'll be free beyond the Levee

All that′s left is a ghost machine

And it can't be reached but you can try

You should go buy the boat

Build a moat and untie yourself

Go wash it off

Go wash it off

Go wash it off

You're my ride or die

I just wish I′d said goodbye one last time (one last time)

Now all that′s left is a ghost machine

It can't be reached, it won′t be seen again (seen again)

'Cause you were my ride or die

I just wanted to say goodbye (to say goodbye)

′Cause all that's left is a ghost machine

It can′t be reached, it won't be seen again

Go wash it off, go wash it off

Go wash it off, go wash it off

Go wash it off, go wash it off

Go wash it off, wash it off