The dishes in the sink
Beckon me
Mop the dirty floor
But what's it for
Dust the picture frame
What's your aim
I won't get along
With my friends
I should have known how
I would always feel down
The dishes in the sink
Begin to stink
Life's a filthy chore
And I'm bored
Now I'm stoned
And all alone
I will never learn
When I'm wrong
Riding on the razors edge
Hiding from the reapers breath
I should have known how
I would always feel down
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