Lyrics

There ain?t nobody, can make it go away
Big big money, with nothing left to say
I remember, last September, the little place inside
With nothing left hide

I clean, I clean, I clean my machine.
Dream, Dream, Dream the obscene.

Somebody told me, that?s such a good idea
Poisonous honey-coated whispers in my ear
I?m so ugly, but my Armani, wipes away my fears
Still I gotta get out of here.

I clean, I clean, I clean my machine.
Dream, Dream, Dream the obscene.

Yeah I clean, I clean, I clean my machine.
Dream, Dream, Dream the obscene.

I clean
I clean
I clean
I clean
My machine
My machine
My machine