When I was swimming in my sink, I was searching for my soap,
I saw an empty plughole calling out my name,
I had the feeling that the sponge would rub away this stain again,
I turned my face from the rotten rim

And I know that this stain, will make here look filthy,
And I dream, of the drain, as it takes away this stench,
And the crap, in the sink, like the crap upon the floor,
They are cleaned, and are now, far awaaay.

You tell me we could clear this stain,
You tell me that the floor could clean,
You tell me we can find something to rub the stain away

And I know that this stain, will make here look filthy,
And I dream, of the drain, as it takes away this stench,
And the crap, in the sink, like the crap upon the floor,
They are cleaned, and are now, far awaaay.

You tell me we could clear this stain,
You tell me that the floor could clean,
You tell me we can find something to rub the stain away

And I know that this stain, will make here look filthy,
And I dream, of the drain, as it takes away this stench,
And the crap, in the sink, like the crap upon the floor,
They are cleaned, and are now, far awaaay.