They put the F-bomb somewhere on a brick wall
I would rather just explain it all
Before that they put a racing slur on it
On the same brick wall I stood before, doggone it
That's when graffiti people come and play
The cops caught 'em, the cops had just say
Come clean, wash the stuff off that spray-painted wall
Why not come clean, you've acted pitiful

Another lousy day, another date
My brother's in love for now, I'd rather debate
His new girlfriend was my dad's enemy
She's talking really rude and her name was Melanie
She'd end up killing my sister for glory
I rather tell my friends about some story
Come clean, you guys didn't know this serial killer
You gotta know, come clean, she's a mean thriller

Now I'm grown up and joining A/V club
I'm taping Survivor and even Chicago Cubs
My brother married the serial killer now
His son shows up, never watched his mouth
He told me STFU 27 times
But he's five, oh well, everything's not fine
Come clean, you can't say a bad word until
You get older, so come clean, you're losing your own will
Come clean, you can't be saying something vulgar
You can't do that, just come clean, and don't raise up your anger