Too much common sense will leave a bad taste in your mouth
So wash it out, wash it out, wash it out
Nothing ever follows all the lines that we lay down
Still it helps to think we've figured something out
So lay your plans by the sea
And when the tide comes in just let them bleed
Let 'em bleed
And wash it out, wash it out, wash it out
All the evidence collected in your own defense doesn't do you any good
And pinning all the blame on someone never made much sense
Cause we're all convicts from a point of view
So lay your plans by the sea
And when the thieves come in just let them take what they need
And wash it out, wash it out
Just wash it right out