_{Text & Musik: Danny Plett
© 1997 Janz Musikverlag im Musikverlag Klaus Gerth (GEMA)}

When the phone rings she picks it up.
She‘ll be steppin‘ on out again tonight.
Never sleeping in her own bed,
whose bed will it be tonight?
Makin‘ like she‘s on top of the world,
but it‘s a big fat lie ‚cause she hit the bottom
a long, long time ago. She sighs, she cries…
„You gotta…“

Chorus
„Wipe this stain away. Take it away,
wash it, take it away. I‘ve been lying to myself.
I need a lotta, I need a lotta help. Help me now!
Wipe this stain away. Take it away, wash it,
take it away. Sanctify, purify, hey God,
wipe this stain away!“

At the corner, secretly he
strikes a bargain and he buys the hit.
The life he lives and the way he looks
don‘t go together, the don‘t fit.
‚Cause he‘s got a wife and he‘s got two kids
wo‘d never suspect the head he is.
The guilt he knows, and the shame that flows.
He sighs, he cries, „You gotta…“

- Chorus -

[ Instrumental-Bridge ]

I‘ve never, never been into drugs.
I‘ve never done gratuitous sex.
I don‘t steal and I don‘t kill.
I don‘t live from some dark reflex.
But what I was was just as black.
I needed Love to bring me back.
„Please forgive me God,“
I sighed, I cried, I cried, „You gotta…“

- Chorus (2x) -