Clean'd Me Out :
The best parade is a house on fire
Nothing left but black and grey
Guitars and books and wood and wire
Plunged into a sooty grave

I didn't care
It cleaned me out

Three a.m. a cresting freeway
See the city from above
The arms of a familiar lover
Diamonds cover night's pure glove

Sleep beside my better half
Stand to greet another day
Shower's hot
I've been working a hell of a lot
But I don't mind

In fact I find
It cleans me out