Wash my baby in the cold: wash her in the plain blue light Did you sham? Did you fall fucked? Were you ashamed of the saucer and the cup? You should clean up your cuts And it will fall away, your shame shall fall away: bad, bad habit's got to stop Did you be for the fire? Did you be a fool for the shame line? Did you be false in the code? _A duration of starts and lines that form code_ Man should have fallen into the dayside: Did I wait? We must raid the inside, Fa la la, And it falls away Your shame shall fall away, all shame shall fall away, but the bad little baby's got to stop And you're bad and you're boyfriend sucks, all the slickers and the soft yellowscruff All the bangers and their boyfriends pups, and you're bad with your fangs And your leatherbattle gangs and your crooked battle-bangs And your heartfelt pangs put away the polar rings Put away the pretty things and the bleach it always stings But the way that Johnny sings: Oh my God, and 1, 2, 3, 4, we must raid the dayside.