Got a colour-bleeding shirt
I didn't take much care
And now the colours flow
Into my shorts and socks there

Know I should be separating
My whites and my colours, man
Holy crap, that phrase sounds racist
Didn't mean it to sound quite like that
But you know my real intention, man
Just want my clothing's colours intact

Ruining my fav'rite shirt
Cause when the colours leak
End result's uneven, man
It just looks so tacky

If the colour had just lightened
Then I wouldn't be so mad
But it's unevenly whitened
It's a splotchy mess, so I am sad
I liked this shirt quite a lot, too bad
Can't wear it, looks like a hippie fad

All my clothes look terrible
Colour mix just hurts my eyes
The "shirt-left-in-the-wash" look
Doubt it will come into sty-y-y-y-y-y-yle

Should have heard my endless screaming
When I had that shirt in hand
And I saw the colours bleeding
I knew that my wardrobe's gone to crap
Because I'm not a big washing fan
So I don't know how it all works, man
And I'm sure that I'm not dreaming
This is too mundane for that
My dreams involve spiders breeding
Inside my eyeballs, not clothing crap