Come Back Clean
The Crystal Method Lyrics


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In the taxi
Spit the bad seed
Spit the bad seed
He came out to testify
Rip the black jean
With his gold teeth
In the back seat
He came out to testify

I'm not a follower
Don't want to follow her
Don't want a piece of the pie
Where I land I don't care
I don't need a plan
One night at a time

Who kicks open every door lately?
He can't stop
He can't stop fighting
Who says, "I won't leave 'til you make me?"
He can't stop
He can't stop losing a round

Looks like me
Dressed like me
Just like me
Looks like me
Dressed like me
Just like me

In the back seat of the taxi
He came out to testify
In the back seat of the taxi
Kept saying, "Who am I?"
In the back seat of the taxi
He came out to testify
In the back seat of the taxi
Said not to move, he's fine

Don't play with drugs in your bloodstream
Don't play with bugs for your bad dreams

I'm gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean
Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean
Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean
Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean
Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean

In the taxi
Spit the bad seed
Spit the bad seed
Rip the black jean
With his gold teeth
In the back seat

(Make it up)
(Hold my breath)
(Where I land I don't care, I don't need a plan)
(I don't give a damn, I don't need a plan)

Don't play with drugs in your bloodstream
(Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean)





Come back to us when you come clean

Overall Meaning

The Crystal Method's song "Come Back Clean" tells the story of a man who takes a taxi ride through the city streets as he tries to confront his demons, facing them head-on. In the back seat of the taxi, the man spits out the bad seed and testifies about his struggles, dressed in ripped black jeans and gold teeth. He's not a follower and doesn't want to be a part of the mainstream culture or a piece of the pie. Instead, he embraces his individuality and lives life one night at a time, with no need for a plan.


The song takes a darker turn when the lyrics discuss the dangers of drugs and bad dreams. The man in the back seat warns against playing with drugs in your bloodstream and bugs for your bad dreams. He holds his breath until you come back clean, refusing to accept anything less than a healthy and clean life. Ultimately, the song is a call to arms for anyone struggling with addiction or negative thoughts, encouraging them to face their demons head-on and come back clean.


Line by Line Meaning

In the taxi
He's on the move, going somewhere in a taxi


Spit the bad seed
He's getting rid of the bad in his life


Spit the bad seed
He's getting rid of the bad in his life


He came out to testify
He's ready to speak his truth


Rip the black jean
He's breaking free from stereotypes


With his gold teeth
He might be showing off his wealth, confidence or uniqueness


In the back seat
He doesn't want to be seen, he's hiding or reflecting alone


He came out to testify
He's ready to speak his truth


I'm not a follower
He doesn't want to imitate anyone


Don't want to follow her
He doesn't want to follow anyone blindly


Don't want a piece of the pie
He doesn't want to be part of someone else's success


Where I land I don't care
He's willing to take risks and explore


I don't need a plan
He trusts his instincts and intuition


One night at a time
He's living in the moment, not worrying about the future


Who kicks open every door lately?
He's asking who's making big strides lately


He can't stop
He's persistent in pursuing his goals


He can't stop fighting
He's determined to overcome obstacles


Who says, "I won't leave 'til you make me?"
He's asking who's not giving up without a fight


He can't stop
He's persistent in pursuing his goals


He can't stop losing a round
He's admitting defeat but not giving up entirely


Looks like me
He's seeing himself in others


Dressed like me
He's seeing similarities in style or character


Just like me
He's seeing himself reflected in the world around him


Looks like me
He's seeing himself in others


Dressed like me
He's seeing similarities in style or character


Just like me
He's seeing himself reflected in the world around him


In the back seat of the taxi
He's reflecting on life as he moves


He came out to testify
He's ready to speak his truth


Kept saying, "Who am I?"
He's questioning his identity or purpose


Said not to move, he's fine
He doesn't want to be disturbed, he's okay


Don't play with drugs in your bloodstream
He's warning against substance abuse


Don't play with bugs for your bad dreams
He's warning against negative influences and thoughts


I'm gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean
He's waiting for someone to clean up their act


Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean
He's determined to hold others accountable


Make it up
He's urging to take action and make a difference


Hold my breath
He's determined to remain steadfast on his beliefs


Where I land I don't care, I don't need a plan
He's willing to be spontaneous and take risks


I don't give a damn, I don't need a plan
He's unapologetic about his attitude and approach


Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean
He's determined to hold others accountable


Come back to us when you come clean
He's urging someone to return only when they've made positive changes




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: EMILY HAINES, KENNETH JORDAN, SCOTT KIRKLAND

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@bencrawford5708

Thank you

@aquarel28

come back clean

@leightonhs

blew my minddddddd

@thekensilva

Nice production

@lotionhour

Emily makes this album.

@michaelbelsky139

❤❤❤

@aquarel28

the war is one fight back immortality

@manaiscoo

@Hispanick wat. this is my man. :p

@robertfraser9873

Don't blame the buzz for your bad dream! ❤️❤️

@Tomas-bp6kc

Don’t blame the drugs in your bloodstream

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