Flashing lights outside your window You can't see them from the hall Slip back into your dark bedroom Grab your old revolver and 40 rounds of ball She says babe what are you doing As I peak out through the blinds She says he ain't slept in 3 day and long 4 nights And I think that you might have finally went And lost your ever loving mind But you've got to get clean Lord you've got to get clean And you've got to get clean You've got to get clean Shaky hands and empty bottles I can't focus on a thing Having nightmares in the daytime Till I hear my telephone ring On the other ends my momma And I can hear the words she said She said son "you better put down that bottle Lord, or ten years down the road You're either gonna be miserable or dead" Yeah and you've got to get clean You've got to get clean Well, you've got to get clean Lord knows you've gotta get clean Preacher stands up in the pulpit And he starts an alter call Asking for those that don't know the fate of their souls To get up out of them pews and start walking down the isle Who amongst you knows the Devil Who amongst you knows the Lord Choose the latter, nothing else matters Just as long as you choose to use that Bible for your sword But you've got to get clean Well, you've got to get clean Lord, you've got to get clean Lord knows that you've got to get clean