Wash

Oh please let it rain today. This city's so filthy. 
Like my mind in a way.
Oh it was the time. Like a clean new taste.
Smiling eyes before me and tears from my face.

Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah.

Sin for sale. Buying just a need. 
Just who planted all the devil's seeds?
And what's the truth? And the truth that lies at home.
It's on the inside and I can't get it off. Yeah.

Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah.

What's clean is pure. But hey, I'm white on the outside. 
 Though I stray.
What she don't know today might kill us both tomorrow.
 Bring it back someday.
Bring it back, bring it back. 
 Back to the clean form. To the pure form.

Wash my love. (x8)

 
Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank Dahmer he's a gourmet cook, yeah.
Got a recipe for anglosaxon soup, yeah.
Wanted a pass. So she relaxed. Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back.
I got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients
A very careful at the same time quite expedient.
Eats meat. A release.
Bus driving's harder on your head than on your feet.

Dirty frank. A Dirty frank yeah
A Dirty frank 
A Dirty frank 
Keeps it clean. a keeps it copaseptic
A little boys and girls their heads are all collected.
A not crazy. a per se
Just a little strange when he gets hungry.
City state your town he will continue.
A stadiums tiny clubs every venue.
His bus, your trust.
There goes another turned into crust.
Dirty frank a Dirty Frank yeah. A Dirty frank. oh a Dirty Frank.
Yeah, oh, watch it! 

Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother... 
           Shut your mouth! 
Hey man, I'm just talking about dirty Frank.

Oh, middle of the night we're stopped the freeway shoulder.
A frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers.
A they're sunk. He's drunk.
Now he's gonna drive I'm hiding in my bunk. Oh.
The band all knows. We're too afraid to mention.
A don't want to be part of Frank's luncheon.
A lose weight. Be safe. Where's Mike McCready? My god he's been ate!

Dirty frank. A Dirty Frank, yeah.
A Dirty frank. Oh, a Dirty Frank, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Dirty frank frank frank frank a Dirty frank yea
Dirty frank oh a dirty frank a yea yea yea

Cook 'em just to see the look on their face, 
Cook 'em just to see the look on their face. 

A Dirty Frank. Yeah, a dirty frank.
Dirty frank. 

 I've Got A Feeling

I've got a feeling. A feeling deep inside oh yeah. Oh, yeah.
I've got a feeling. A feeling I can't hide oh no, no. Whoa, no.
Yeah. Yeah, I've got a feeling, yeah.

Oh please believe me. I'd hate to miss the train oh yeah. Oh, yeah. Haha.
Ooh, and if you leave me I won't be late again no no, no. Oh, no.
Yeah. I've got a feeling. Yeah whew ooh oh yeah.

And I don't understand how come nobody told me.
Why I'd want to sing like a Milli Vanilli?
All I ever wanted was someone who looked like you. You, oh.
I got a feeling that keeps me on my toes oh yeah yeah. Oh yeah.
Uh huh. I got a feeling. I think that everybody knows, oh yeah, yeah. Oh yeah.
Yeah, wow I got a feeling. Yeah, whoa.

Everybody had a good year though we never saw the sunshine.
Everybody had a wet dream. Making Temple was a good time.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.

Everybody made a movie. Everybody had one line.
Everybody misses Andy. We'll be seeing him in no time.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.

Ooh, yeah. I got a feeling, yeah. Oh.
I got a feeling. A feeling deep inside oh yeah..
Ooh, I got a feeling. A feeling I can't hide oh no..
Yeah, I got a feeling.

LeatherMan

I heard about a man to whom I may be related. He's leatherman.
Died a long time ago in the 80's. Leatherman. Leatherman.
Covered with leather but it wasn't tight. 
Underneath a moon in the woods at night.
Making the rounds ten miles a day. 
Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say:

"Here he comes. He's a man of the land. He's leatherman
Smile on his face. Axe in his pack.
He's leatherman. Leatherman. Leatherman."

Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed.
He wasn't known to stay much but, "Thanks for the bread."

So, modern day I walk my way with my jacket faded 
just like a man of leather whom I may be related.
Rolled cigarette for which he'd ask for a light.
Appear to be an animal. Yet, so polite.
Making the rounds ten miles a day. Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say

"Here he comes he's a man of the land. He's leatherman
Smile on his face. Axe in his hand.
He's leatherman. Leatherman. Leatherman."

Leatherman. Leatherman.
Shake his hand. He's leatherman. Bake some bread. He's leatherman.
Shame he's dead. I saw his bed.
It's all that's left of leatherman. Leatherman.
Give me some skin... Leatherman.