Dry cleaning ray,nAt the end of the day,nAlways knows what to say,nAlways knows what to playnnIt's the same old songnWith the same old bitsnThirty years without a hit.nnDry cleaning raynSays he's wasting away,nFeeling red turn to gray,nWatching overcoats fray.nnIt's the same old thingnIt's the same old shitnThirty years without a hit.