Washing Machine

There’s a fire in the barn and it’s not a false alarm
A dog was chasing its tail and it knocked a candle
On top of a gas can that I was holding in my hand
And the flames began to dance
That’s how it all began
Well he comes in the room and says he’s gonna save
There’s a look in his eyes, he’s a ticket to my grave
For things I have done or things I have yet to do
Well this is news to me
Is this news to you?
The devils grinning
My soul’s spinning
In your washing machine
I wash my face
I wash my hands
But I can’t get myself clean
So I run in the woods but he’s chasing me right behind
With my dog in arms and poison on his mind
I ask to make a trade: you give me back my dog
And you can take my soul
And that’s how I paid my toll
The devils grinning
My soul’s spinning
In your washing machine
I wash my face
I wash my hands
But I can’t get myself clean
We’ll there’s a fire in the barn
And it’s not a false alarm
The devil’s grinning
My soul’s spinning
In your washing machine