Lyrics

Clean my soul with fire Wash my sins in the water Feel my blood run higher Feed my sons and daughters I count the burn marks on the pavement There's a beauty in the way this city scars So dry your skies, they're heavy with tears She's crying (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) In the night my city's weeping I hear these empty buildings sighing with the wind A choir of a million tired out voices They're singing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) They're singing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) They're singing Clean my soul with fire Wash my sins in the water Feel my blood run higher Feed my sons and daughters Choking on the truth Breathing in the fumes Building off thе back of our own youth On fire Wash my sins in the water In thе night, you'll hear the screaming It's never quite far enough away A choir of a million tired out voices They're singing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) We're singing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) They're singing (they're singing) Clean my soul with fire Wash my sins in the water Feel my blood run higher Feed my sons and daughters Choking on the truth Breathing in the fumes Building off the back of our own youth On fire Wash my sins in the water Clean my soul with fire Wash my sins in the water Feel my blood run higher Feed my sons and daughters Choking on the truth Breathing in the fumes Building off the back of our own youth On fire Wash my sins in the water
Writer(s): John Sinclair, Philip Thorpe Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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