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