Houston Davis Jones - The Floors Won't Scrub Themselves lyrics

The dust collecting shelves are nearly bare The laundry piles high both here and there and The mantle-piece holds time so long now pa**ed From days when all these dreams still seamed to pa** When actions held rewards and life seemed purposeful When pens were strong as swords And the gla** was not half empty but half full Oh no, oh no The clumps of dirt and hair collecting in the corners Won't warrant a blank stare when no one is around When the bells have ceased their ringing and the sounds have ceased their singing And all the people that you know are rotting down below The floors won't scrub themselves will they?