Chores Lyrics

Buckethead, you get out of bed this instance
Bob maximum has plenty of chores to be done
if I look out this window and see chores have not been done, I'm going to be quite angry
what would your father say, if he were alive today.
you got to be kidding mother
why must you always find more work to do
everyday without fail, wake up from my sleep and forced to obey
were growing so tired
your endless orders are making us sick
we slave from dawn to dusk, don't you know

how my mother

don't you know that all work and no play makes
but the fools move along
your barking orders at the top of your lungs
buckethead get out there and clean those coops
the works never done
how come we never see the neighbors (porters?) working as hard as we do
I think we've suffered enough
no more dishes no more slaving for you
i'm pushing to hard
feeling escape but not very far?
all the Innocent folks can share our pain
now aren't you proud
we locked you in your room
no one too scold us while we have our fun fun

tell me if you see our neighbors from when you peak
i bet I know the answers because we crossed them out last week
now no one cleans the kitchen, (weeds?) plates are growing high
the coops are
and the neighbors swing side by side