| Up, down, up |
| They say uh, though ain’t so bad to clean up |
| after white trash I beat up |
| Hey come on and take me home I |
| just want to have to ask you, though I don’t rightly have to |
| Hey come on I’m sweet and lonely |
| I got a key to your everything |
| Prints back and knees a lifted |
| I bet your weight has shifted |
| slippers and a terrycloth |
| wood creaks and a carryoff |
| a towel goes on the floor and |
| the lovely skin some more before I build a new erector |
| Your mouth, my hand, the silencing |
| My kind of clean gets the blood out of anything |
| Around the halls I’m roving |
| my sweetgum smile could hide a |
| wolf inside your sheepskin dirties |
| another house, another home, another life I hear you |
| Moan again and let me in |
| I got the key to your everything |
| I’m just a janitor oh and a monitor |
| the power’s in the mastering now |
| I got the key to your everything |
| Your mouth, my hand, the silencing |
| Turn my hand may I come in |
| My kind of clean gets the blood out of anything |
| your kind of clean gets the blood on blood on |
| Oh my god she let me in |
| You don’t know You don’t know she let me in |
| you didn’t know you’d be gone you are |
| Limitless |