[Verse 1]
Shoes that no man would want to wear
Slice the night's last cold stare
Red fist curled 'round the house
Wash away, boy, Shelly's shoes
Wash

[Verse 2]
Chocolate power is so crisp
Atomic open house is really here
And we have gone so desperate
Your power knows no bounds
And heavier with time are our shoes
That no man would want to wear
New tread wipes a wet road so dry
It stings

[Verse 3]
Into the borrowed course
Under the dreadful birds
Under the singing soil and all those guilty clouds

[Coda]
I have seen too much
Wipe away my eyes
Too much
Wipe away my eyes
Too much
Wipe away my eyes
Too much
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
Wipe away my eyes
My eyes!
My eyes!
My eyes!
My eyes!