Lyrics

Clean House © Wendy Ford

She: No spots on her windows, no dust on her tables
She’s finding control of her life, however she’s able
She’s filling her emptiness, scrubbing a tub to some worldly ideal
So none of the pain or the loneliness does she have to feel

Because a clean house – is a sign of a wasted life
In the homemaker’s eyes you can see her despair
I said a clean house – is a sign of a wasted life
When domestic hygiene is her only affair –
And there’s no dirt there (ooh ooh) and there’s no dirt there

He: Down here in the dungeon, I’m bleeding and thinking
About the good times we once had, through the haze of my drinking
The screaming and fighting’s no longer exciting, I’ve had my fill
So pour me a bourbon, Never mind, I will

Because a clean house is a sign of a wasted life
In the trail of my wreckage, my days are well spent
Because a clean house is a sign of a wasted life
And the bitchin’ and promises don’t pay the rent – and I’m worth every cent

She: You’re cheatin’’ and lyin’, but who sees me cryin’
As I scour with acid these sad memories?
He: You once were a princess, now you’re just a hot mess
How green was the man who once fell on his knees?
(Someone help us, please)

Because a clean house is a sign of a wasted life
In the homemaker’s eyes, see her despair!
Because a clean house is a sign of a wasted life
Wipe away the debris; see what’s out there – beyond despair
In the clean fresh air

Clean house!
Clean house!