Lyrics

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