Lyrics

Janitor
Music and Lyrics
Copyright
Miguel Capelo

In a town not far from Gerasa
The pigs are in charge
They bind me in chains of rage
That cut to the bone

I'm hoping that you see
And damned if you don't
The main one's name is MOB
And nobody cares

From how far will I follow you
The weather's turning bad
What lengths will you go to show
It's me that's in control
I need you so bad
It's me that's in control

In this town called Desperation
Freedoms are crushed
By the cut-throats and whips who decry
Both good works and bad

And ENVY is the other one
JEALOUSY too
This one's name is MOB
The funeral's at sea

How far will I follow you
The weather's turning bad
What lengths will you go to show
It's me that's in control
I need you so bad
It's me that's in control


You're the biblical janitor
Who cleans up the mess
Left from years and years of running
From one thing to the next

You're a jovial janitor
One day at a time
Cleaning up the hallways
Of a cob-webbed mind
And all brethren shall come
To this God forsaken mess
As fellow craftsmen do
No more and no less

A musical janitor
Cleaning up the grime
Taking out the trash
In these troubled times
And if you ever think less of me
Maybe you will find
Those that are excluded
Exclude their own minds