Too much common sense
Will leave a bad taste in your mouth
So wash it out wash it out wash it out
Nothing ever follows
All the lines that we lay down
Still it helps to think we figured something out

So lay your plans by the sea
And when the tide comes in
Just let them bleed

Wash it out wash it out wash it out

All the evidence
Collected in your own defense
Doesn't do you any good
And pinning all the blame on someone
Never made much sense
Cause we're all convicts from a point of view

So lay your plans by the sea
And when the thieves come in
Just let them take what they need

Wash it out wash it out wash it out