The dishes in the sink Beckon me Mop the dirty floor But what's it for Dust the picture frame What's your aim I won't get along With my friends I should have known how I would always feel down The dishes in the sink Begin to stink Life's a filthy chore And I'm bored Now I'm stoned And all alone I will never learn When I'm wrong Riding on the razors edge Hiding from the reapers breath I should have known how I would always feel down