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

The dust collecting shelves are nearly bare 

The laundry piles high both here and there and 

The mantle-piece holds time so long now passed 

From days when all these dreams still seamed to pass 

When actions held rewards and life seemed purposeful 

When pens were strong as swords 

And the glass 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?