Soap

I’m bleaching and scrubbing / Been rubbin’ around in the dirt / Infected, (infested) / My soul beginning to hurt / I’ll whitewash my tombstone / So bright and white and clean / But I don’t think no one can see the rot beneath./

Chorus: What soap / can never wash away / Deodorize or disinfect / The dirty hands of a derelict / What soap / can never wash away / The blood-stained hands of a guilty man / Only Your love can.

We’re fickle, we’re wayward / Rubbin’ shoulders with fallen angels / And carry / epidemics / Spread around by street corner medics / We try and we try / To heal with the naked eye / And find a cure for the sinful seed / We carry in our genes.// (Chorus)

Bridge: Soap on a rope cause it ain't worth hopin', Soap on a rope cause it ain't worth hopin', Soap on a rope cause it ain't worth hopin', Soap on a rope cause it ain't worth hopin'.

Rap: I tried to use ivory to my ebony, but only need to be washed clean what you tellin' me, by bloodstains can humans be redeemed, not soap on a rope I need...

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