Wash my soul, wash my soul, wash my soul
 Tricky and Bob Khaleel:
 I get paid while they starve
 In the streets
 Visa cards, VIP
 Wash away and use you as a fan
 Starving these children
 And i change the channel
 You know me, i'm Mr.Nice
 You know me I survive at any price
 So it seems i'm the devil's son

 Lick it, wet it, you like it, you let it
 Lick it, wet it, touch it, take your turn
 On somedays, together we can learn
 Wash my soul, wash my soul, wash my soul

 Lick it, wet it, you like it, you let it
 Lick it, wet it, touch it, take your turn
 On somedays, together we can learn

 I've served with gangsters
 And I've served with kings
 These are a few of my favorite things
 Think about love, love now and then
 It's no good
 I am weak, I admit
 Wash my soul

 Lick it, wet it, you like it, you let it
 Lick it, wet it, touch it, take your turn
 On somedays, together we can learn
 Wash my soul, wash my soul

 Lick it, wet it, you like it, you let it
 Lick it, wet it, you like it, take your turn
 Take your turn, take your turn
 Together we can learn