I need to be cleansednIt's time to make amendsnFor all of the funnThe damage is donenAnd I feel diseasednI'm down on my kneesnAnd I need forgivenessnSomeone to bear witnessnTo the goodness withinnBeneath the sinnAlthough I may flirt nWith all kinds of dirtnTo the point of diseasenNow I want releasenFrom all this decaynTake it awaynAnd somewherenThere's someone who caresnWith a heart of gold nTo have and to hold