Singing out of tune, weekday afternoon
Everyone's at work
Sweeping up the floor, clearing out the drawer
Putting off my chores
There's so much more I should be doing
I know what could be done
No one thought I would become a disappointing son
Singing out of tune, they'll all be home soon
Tired from their jobs
I'm already retired, waiting for the drier
Rats in the wall
There's so much more I should be doing
I know what could be done
No one thought I would become a disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
Disappointing son
Disappointing son
I could be a gear to crank, a wedge to pry, a block to build
They could make some use of me, and be some perfectly fulfilled
Alarm is set to noon, dawn is breaking through
Rats in the wall
There's so much more I should be doing
I know what could be done
Never thought I would become a disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
A disappointing son
Walk on a run, walk on a run