When I walk the street I like it clean
So clean
Too many filth aroung my block
They pass right trough me
Don't need no broom, no maid, no head
My slippers dust the floor
I found my bathrobe in a dump
And cleansed it with my soul
There's a few stain down on your shirt
Get out you, fucking pig
Get out, you fucking pig
Get out
Get out you fucking pig
I see the flowers you dream of there's nothing inside