"Cleaning Crew" lyrics

"Cleaning Crew"

You were passed out on the sofa
Cigarette burns and coffee stains
Loose change in your pocket
Naltrexone in your veins

They got a scanner at the airport now
And a dropout in a Kevlar vest
I can hear the timer
Ticking in my chest

What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do
When the cleaning crew, comes through?

When you get out on your own again
If you ever do shake free
If you find yourself in Portland
Ask about me

Dig up the first revision
The one who's got less to lose
Look on every lamppost
From here to Baton Rouge
Ask yourself one question
Then ask yourself again

What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do
When the cleaning crew, comes through?

It's better if you have a plan
It's better if you have a plan

I saw the future in an oil slick
It told me what I needed to know
Leave a little stain behind you
Everywhere you go


Writer(s): John S Darnielle
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