Slow Day for the Cleaner

Talk about a couple of freaks
Did you see them?
Diamond-studded bourgeoisie
Take no creamer
Next you send something I need
To the cleaners
And I would give you anything
To be holy
I would give you anything
To be smooth
I would give you anything
To be holy, now
Blue cursive newspaper ink
Spoils the blessing
Framed by the curl of her last breath let go
Confessing
Mine is the queen of the deceased
When she’s dressing
So I would giv you anything
To be holy
I would give you anything
To be smooth
I would giv you anything
To be holy, now