Strawberry stains
On my white shirt (remind me of wound)
They were shot by a rifle
It was a rifle of love
Didn't wear no vest, bullet bursted my chest

On the floor I'm lying
I think I'm dying
It's such a drag, with this worn out wash tag
I'm lost and won't be found and now I'm

Rolling with the laundry
I'm soaking during the fall
I'm spinning during the springtime
I'm drying under the sky

It's suffocating and I'm soaking
Alone to, longing to
Heading to something better

Got your attention
Through the shutter reflection
Soft bleached affection
Take that cart and put me back to

Rolling with the laundry
I'm soaking throughout the fall
I'm spinning during the springtime
I'm drying under the sky

No matter what colour we are
We're all full of stains
We all need love, wash me with love

Wash me, touch me
Sling me, thrill me
Cleanse me, sense me
Bleach me, teach me

I'm rolling with the laundry
I'm soaking throughout the fall
I'm spinning during the springtime
I'm drying under the sky

Under the sky