Chore Songtext
von Heavytrip

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