Besedila: Descendents. All. Clean Sheets.

Clean sheets mean a lot,
To a man who sleeps on the floor.
Well I wanted your love,
On the shelf or the dresser drawer.
You tucked me in,
Stopped my tossing and turning.
But I turned back the covers,
And saw your sheets are dirty.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you.
What I saw in the bed,
For a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Was enough to perpetuate,

All the lies I heard before.
But I want to hold you,
Got to hold my pillow instead.
Cause my pillow would never lie,
Or be with a stranger in my bed.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you.
Those sheets are dirty.
Those sheets are dirty.