It All Comes Out In The Wash

Miracle man - such pitiful hands Undermining my plans and truths Don't need no television Telling me what should be done Neither should you All I want from life Is a car that I can drive Home from work - late at night From my 9 to 5 And If I don't survive I guess all I want from life Is to know that I tried before I died Setting the scene Ripped from a magazine from the day before Such pointless info Over and Over and Over again Your fumbling to make amends Just let it go Now it's in the way that you shake your head at me Now it's in the way that you make your bed for me -chorus-