I hope there's a shot in the dark That if I keep it up I can keep on going They say that life is short And it can't be bought by the likes of me I heard that it won't be long Until we're gone like dew in the morning Stop the clocks! Pull up your socks! Go find a fountain to wash it off So kill the screen, head to Medellin To shout and scream and find your trouble Live amongst the orange roses Pull vogue poses and wash it off Lord knows I'm in the field Hellhounds are back and on my heels They said I died last week In the Pacific Ocean, no words were spoken The plane fell right out the sky They don't know why, but don't you worry 'Cause life's a lie, so roll the die Keep on trying to wash it off Go wash it off Go wash it off Go wash it off Don't you even think of me 'Cause I'll be free beyond the Levee All that's left is a ghost machine And it can't be reached but you can try You should go buy the boat Build a moat and untie yourself Go wash it off Go wash it off Go wash it off You're my ride or die I just wish I'd said goodbye one last time (one last time) Now all that's left is a ghost machine It can't be reached, it won't be seen again (seen again) 'Cause you were my ride or die I just wanted to say goodbye (to say goodbye) 'Cause all that's left is a ghost machine It can't be reached, it won't be seen again Go wash it off, go wash it off Go wash it off, go wash it off Go wash it off, go wash it off Go wash it off, wash it off