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