I'm bleaching and scrubbing
Been rubbin' around in the dirt
Infected, (infested)
My soul beginning to hurt
I'll whitewash my tombstone
So bright and white and clean
But I don't think no one can see the rot beneath
Chorus:
What soap
Can never wash away
Deodorize or disinfect
The dirty hands of a derelict
What soap
Can never wash away
The blood-stained hands of a guilty man
Only Your love can
We're fickle, we're wayward
Rubbin' shoulders with fallen angels
And carry
epidemics
Spread around by street corner medics
We try and we try
To heal with the naked eye
And find a cure for the sinful seed
We carry in our genes
(Chorus)
Bridge:
Soap on a rope cause it ain't worth hopin'
Soap on a rope cause it ain't worth hopin'
Soap on a rope cause it ain't worth hopin'
Soap on a rope cause it ain't worth hopin'
Rap:
I tried to use ivory to my ebony,
but only need to be washed clean what you tellin' me,
by bloodstains can humans be redeemed,
not soap on a rope I need...