Been two weeks now
Kitchen stinks now
Finally got the guts to saunter in and
Don a pair of gloves
And the janitor, sleeping in a drum
Janitor I've become
Bubbles, bristles, thorns and thistles
Liquid sticks to things
That never should be seen by anyone
Like the janitor, sleeping in a drum
Janitor I've become
And it amazes me how easily things go away
A chemical for every need
And someone else's problem when I leave
Is the janitor, sleeping in a drum
Janitor you'll become
You've become
|