I forged all the signatures Now I rule the world I'm taking it back For all of the little folk Who live in the cold They'll come from the shadows And lift up our tired hearts With a beautiful song (beautiful song) That'll wash all the dirt From our souls Like a wave for us from a washing machine Like a wave for us from a washing machine Like a wave for us from a washing machine Like a wave for us from a washing machine Like a wave for us from a washing machine Like a wave for us from a washing machine Like a wave for us from a washing machine Like a wave for us from a washing machine Like a wave for us from a washing machine