The Joy of Filth and Squalor By Space Tart

They say that cleaning's the new rock 'n' roll, You can scrub your way into a man's soul. How clean is your house? How neat is your garden? Do dusters and Marigolds give you a hard on? But rock 'n' roll's filthy, not shiny and neat It beats to the rhythm of dirty sheets It couldn't care less if the living room stinks And the bathroom's riddled with rings round the sink.

When Janis gave head on an unmade bed Leonard didn't complain. Those rock 'n' roll people just don't care, They leave their cakes out in the rain. I love the rock 'n' roll of filth, A mattress on the floor, Our names scrawled in a layer of dust, A broken bathroom door. 'Cos squalor will always be sexy, And filth just turns me on. I'm happy to lay on a damp duvet And wait for the morning to come.

Copyright © 2005  Space Tart

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