The more expensive the couch, the more costly the tears
The dirtier the mouth, the more broken the words
The more desperate I feel
There's always the screaming of white noise machines
There's always a table full of shitty magazines
And there's always the feeling, I'll never get clean
Still I keep talking
And they keep sending me the bill
The more attractive the face, the more useless the hour
The tackier the clothes, the more distant the growth
The more hateful I feel
I can smell the breath of every patient who was here before me
I can feel the hurt of every patient who was here before me
Still I keep talking
And they keep sending me the bill
Never Get Clean Video (MV)
Performed By: Psychic Graveyard
Language: English
Length: 4:07
Written by: Charles Ovet Crawford, Eric Paul, Nathan Joyner, Paul Vieira
Psychic Graveyard - Never Get Clean Lyrics
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The more expensive the couch, the more costly the tears
The dirtier the mouth, the more broken the words
The more desperate I feel
There's always the screaming of white noise machines
There's always a table full of shitty magazines
And there's always the feeling, I'll never get clean
Still I keep talking
And they keep sending me the bill
The more attractive the face, the more useless the hour
The tackier the clothes, the more distant the growth
The more hateful I feel
I can smell the breath of every patient who was here before me
I can feel the hurt of every patient who was here before me
Still I keep talking
And they keep sending me the bill
The dirtier the mouth, the more broken the words
The more desperate I feel
There's always the screaming of white noise machines
There's always a table full of shitty magazines
And there's always the feeling, I'll never get clean
Still I keep talking
And they keep sending me the bill
The more attractive the face, the more useless the hour
The tackier the clothes, the more distant the growth
The more hateful I feel
I can smell the breath of every patient who was here before me
I can feel the hurt of every patient who was here before me
Still I keep talking
And they keep sending me the bill
Writer: Charles Ovet Crawford, Eric Paul, Nathan Joyner, Paul Vieira
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC