I'll never get into dirt with you
ill never relay the dirty with you
dirty things i do.

i'll get down on my hands and knees
and tirelessly clean everything thats too be seen
and i won't let on
to where that smell is coming from

its coming from the drain
where all the black stuff goes
where all the grime i get off burrows
it burrows and goes down to a place
where nobody knows and nobody goes
like the stories that i that i told
they should go where the dirt train tunnel drain goes

i get on my hands and knees
and scrub everything thats to be seen
but i keep dirty little secrets in the drain
there's black mold there's hair, theres slime everywhere
there's black mold, hair and slime everywhere
and i keep it down there.

and the hair that was mine
theres a bit of time thats gotten to it
and it don't look like mine
but its mine

i ll scrub surfaces clean and you wont see what i;ve hidden underneath.
my closet would explode, insects will erode the wood that holds this box into place.
and ill light candles , bake, to cover up the smell in my drain. my black hearted moldy slithery drain brain.
until it gets clogged. then emergency rubber plungers resuscitate the air back into the hole , in the place were I get clean.