Laundry - The Paranoyds

Clarissa’s tarot reads

«Unto you, that’s to me»

Some say it is alive

Sports fans are the worst kind

It’s hot, a hundred and three

Cars in front of me

I’m just tryin' to do

Laundry

I’m stuck like a fly in wet glue

Swallow some Tide

And I am spewing dark blue

My guts feel stranger, warnin' sign

I guess I’m just doing fine

I’m doing laundry

I’m doing laundry

I’m doing laundry

I’m doing laundry

I’m doing laundry

I’m doing laundry

I’m doing laundry

I’m doing laundry