VERSE 1
The glass ceiling is lower than the floor
I earn my check, yet I always need more
Scrubbing your toilets spic and span
Not much of a future, not much of a plan
I could never be a real family man
Then again, how could I give a damn?
Power is something you’re born with
Every other talking point is bullshit
CHORUS
Toilet cleaner!
American dreamer!
Toilet cleaner!
Silent screamer!
VERSE 2
It’s not the smell that assaults my nose
It’s that my grave won’t earn one rose
It’s not the work that destroys my back
It’s being left behind in the corporate pack
It’s not the graffiti imprinted on the walls
It’s the thanklessness of scrubbing the stalls
Honey, I’m home! Oh wait, I’m alone
These slothful sins I shall never atone
EXTENDED CHORUS 1
Toilet cleaner!
American dreamer!
Toilet cleaner!
Silent screamer!
Bathroom bitch!
The new non-rich!
Restroom junkie!
Low-grade flunky!
BRIDGE
I drop the mop!
Say fuck it to the bucket!
I quit this shit!
I school these fools!
My path of wrath!
The edge of dredge!
Bow to the cash cow!
Never forever!
EXTENDED CHORUS 2
Master of my destiny!
Master of my enemies!
Slave to my deepest rage!
Beast inside a steel cage!
Toilet cleaner!
Megaphone screamer!
Bathroom bitch!
Pull the kill switch!
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