Your life is oppression
Your hands are in chains
Look down at your hands
And see the blood stains
The door to your mirth-
Only you hold the key
You can make the decision
You can set yourself free
If I could, I'd open up-
your eyes for you
If I did, you would find
the truth, and love too
Sad, I can't do that
The decision is yours, and yours alone
But listen to the sounds...
listen to the groans
You're crying inside
The key slips away
You have but one chance
You have but one day
You have but one life-
and spend it well
Use it wrong...
I'll not tell
If only you could see
If you'd open up your eyes
You could say a little prayer
And end your demise
You have but one chance,
going up to the gate
You make the decision
Before it's too late...
Your room is a disaster,
Housecleaning's a pain.
Look down at the carpet
And find a big stain.
Your maid's phone number
Your phonebook it is within
But you can't find the telephone
This mess is a sin!
Beer bottles on the window sill,
Candy wrappers on the floor.
I'd come help you clean,
But I can't find the door.
Sad, I can't find it,
"I quit," your maid said.
Please, do some laundry,
Clean the bathroom, make the bed!
You're sighing inside,
There's no way it will get done.
But you must vacuum the den,
And the dishes must be done.
You have a mop and a vacuum,
A duster, a broom.
You can clean this place,
You'll avoid certain doom.
If only you could see
The mounds of dust,
The cockroaches in the cupboard,
The tupperware full of crust.
You have but one home
And it seems this mess is its fate.
But you must clean it up
Before it's too late...