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Spring Cleaning
04:38
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(Chorus)
Oh dear, oh golly me
you turned out not to be who i thought you’d be
Oh dear, oh golly me
what’s left but to clean up your mess?
(Verse 1)
There’s some spills up in the kitchen,
I’m a-wiping, I’m a-scrubbing, i’m a-looking for something that can clean this better
I’m a-thinking of unplugging that-a drain up in the kitchen,
it’s done nothing, it’s done nothing but cause more stink
And I’ve got a sinking feeling that i wont be done with cleaning ’til my bones turn to dust
but if i must ill keep going
(Chorus)
Oh dear, oh golly me
you turned out not to be who i thought you’d be
Oh dear, oh golly me
why’s it my job to finish this off?
(Verse 2)
You’ve left me in a sticky mess on linoleum floor tiles
I can’t clean in this pretty dress you said, “complimented me so well”
Tell me, how is all my fault?
This would be easier if it was just a brawl
Sure, you’d win but that’s nothing new
I’m used to being cut and bruised
i’d rather live scared than not at all
Sure, you’d win, yeah you’re six-foot-eight
but it’s really really really late
and i’m kind of getting tired of this place!
(Verse 3)
I throw my sponges out when they get moldy
I’m kept around only when my feelings don’t get in the way of your perfect counter space
I’m left a 13-year-old mess on the floor of my shower
couldn’t get all of you off of me, i was in there for an hour
but still, sometimes i try
scrub my thighs ’til they’re all red, raw and dry
I’ve tried apple cider vinegar and bleach and mister clean and meds and witchcraft and therapy
but i still can’t get your hands off of me
(Bridge)
I am putting my washcloth down and walking out, I will not feel bad for running my mouth
This is not a game that i wanna play anymore
I am leaving my nice dress here, you can clean your own fucking floor
(Chorus)
Oh golly gee, oh my
looks like things didn’t go your way this time
Oh golly gee, oh my
looks like this cleanup’s not on my time
Oh dear, oh golly gee
You turned out not to be who i thought you’d be
Oh dear, oh golly gee
but your fucking mess is not on me
(Outro)
No, your fucking mess is not on me! (x3)
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(Verse 1)
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Falling asleep against the windowpane
My blood'll thicken
(Verse 2)
I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?
(Chorus)
My baby's got the bends, oh no
We don't have any real friends
No, no, no
(Post-Chorus)
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my *boyfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the '60s, I wish we could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
(Verse 3)
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA
The tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away, to blow me sky high
(Chorus)
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
(Post-Chorus)
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my *boyfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the '60s, I wish we could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would...
(Bridge)
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be a part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be a part of the human race, race, race, race
(Outro)
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
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nightnoises Victoria, British Columbia
Members:
Pluto (they/he)
Angus (he/they/she)
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