We Clean Up So Well Songtext
von Lydia
We Clean Up So Well Songtext
Of course you′re all crazy
Everyone believes.
I watched the blood spill overseas,
All from the bodies, but
I could give, I could give a shit if you're scared
Everyone, everyone can taste your hatred
Yeah, we clean up so well.
Sure as hell, like a picture.
Money speaks back to her.
Just stay with the V.I.P′s
Limousines.
It's all in the photography,
And the parties.
Now that you're here,
I guess we made it.
I saw the fear, it covered your faces.
I can see, I can see this never changes.
Everyone, everyone can taste your hatred.
So I told you,
I know how this ends.
You′re no different girl,
But we could still pretend.
And you got carried away
In your own dress-up.
I disappear with some other actress.
Yeah, we clean up so well.
Sure as hell, like a picture.
Money speaks back to her.
(I believe, I believe her.)
I love what I am seeing,
Guess I′m calling her reason.
(No, you gotta go.)
Yeah, we clean up so well.
Sure as hell, like a picture.
Money speaks back to her.
(I believe, I believe her.)
I love what I am seeing,
Guess I'm calling her reason.
(No, you gotta go.)
Everyone believes.
I watched the blood spill overseas,
All from the bodies, but
I could give, I could give a shit if you're scared
Everyone, everyone can taste your hatred
Yeah, we clean up so well.
Sure as hell, like a picture.
Money speaks back to her.
Just stay with the V.I.P′s
Limousines.
It's all in the photography,
And the parties.
Now that you're here,
I guess we made it.
I saw the fear, it covered your faces.
I can see, I can see this never changes.
Everyone, everyone can taste your hatred.
So I told you,
I know how this ends.
You′re no different girl,
But we could still pretend.
And you got carried away
In your own dress-up.
I disappear with some other actress.
Yeah, we clean up so well.
Sure as hell, like a picture.
Money speaks back to her.
(I believe, I believe her.)
I love what I am seeing,
Guess I′m calling her reason.
(No, you gotta go.)
Yeah, we clean up so well.
Sure as hell, like a picture.
Money speaks back to her.
(I believe, I believe her.)
I love what I am seeing,
Guess I'm calling her reason.
(No, you gotta go.)
Writer(s): Leighton Antelman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com