I can tell, seen before,
Know the way, I know the law,
I Can't believe, can't obey,
Can't agree with all the things that they say,
Oh no, don't ask me why,
I can't go on with all the filthy white lies,
Stay Clean (x4)
Don't you know, all the time,
You got yours and you know that I have mine,
Grab a hold, don't let go,
Don't let them rob you of the only way you know,
Oh no, no-one else,
Got the right to make you sorry for yourself,
Stay Clean (x4)
Alright
So you see, the only proof,
Of what you are is in the way you hear the truth,
Don't be scared, live to win,
Although they're always gonna tell you it's a sin,
In the end, you're on your own,
And there is no-one that can stop you being alone,
Stay Clean. (x4)
En mi curro habia un chico que le llamabamos el F18. Por los alerones. El sabio de Pepe siempre decia, que uno puede oler mal por enfermedad, pero si te has duchado por la mañana, el hedor no aparece hasta las 12:00. Es decir que la enfermedad hay veces que es la justificación de la guarrería.
