washington street

I imagine washington street
All our dirty clothes piled in the empty street

All the cars go by in my dream
Smash our dresser drawers dash our dishes to the concrete 

"if this house ain't cleaned,
I'm throwing everything out in the street!"
Ooo daddy please! 

My elder siblings all got free
Except my brother before me with the grass-stained knees

They disappeared like mythical beings
Leaving daddy's loafer tapping on our tv

Somewhere in the world 
Even my retarded sister is living like a free girl
Ooo daddy please 

Words adapted by M Johnson from a short story by K Sampsell
Music by m johnson ©2008 zubsongs, ltd.