| 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 |
