From the back door of your life, you've swept me out dear
In the breadline of your dreams, I lost my place
At the table of your love, I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis, of your heart, I lost the race.
I've been washed down the sink, of your conscience
In the theatre of your love, I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out, of your conscience
I've been Flushed From The Bathroom, Of Your Heart.
In the garbage disposal of your dreams, I've been ground up dear
On the river of your plans, I'm up the creek
Up the elevator of your future, I've been shafted
On the calendar of your events, I'm last week
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