Forget your high society, I'm soakin' it in kerosene. Light 'em up and watch them burn, teach them what they need to learn; ha! Dirty hands ain't mad… - Miranda Lambert

'Cause it'll all come out, all come out in the wash.
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash.
Every little stain, every little heartbreak,
No matter how messy it got.
You take the sin and the men and you throw 'em all in
And you put that sucker on spin.

I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun,
Wait by the door and light a cigarette.
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one.
And he ain't seen me crazy yet.
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of:
Gunpowder and lead.

If you borrow dresses like you borrow time,
If you dream all day and drink all night,
If you're looking for love but willing to fight
Over men and mama's and Miller Lites,
Well then, we should be friends.<p>I don't know you well but I know that look.
And I can judge the cover 'cause I read the book
On losing sleep and gaining weight,
On pain and shame and crazy trains.