Flush

Flush, flush, flush, flush
Flush, flush, flush, flush

Swirled 'round a bowl
Shot through a hole
Pushed through a pole
Spun out of control

Sprung from a sprout
Spit out a spout
That's what it's all about
When you're flushed down and out

Down in the underground, you've got to mind the goop
You gotta grab a scoop and start piling up the poop (pile the poop)

You gotta work from 9-to-5 and 5-to-9 again
It keeps on coming down the pipe and it never seems to end
When you're

Swirled 'round a bowl
Shot through a hole (oh)
Pushed through a pole (ow)
Spun out of control

Sprung from a sprout
Spit out a spout
That's what it's all about
When you're flushed down and out

The clatter and clank goes from tank to tank
And nothing ever seems to go back from whence it stank (it stank)

Just like a subway station, but the only mode of transportation
Comes in the form of flotation and it's no vacation

Swirled 'round a bowl
Shot through a hole
Pushed through a pole
Spun out of control

Sprung from a sprout
Spit out a spout
That's what it's all about
When you're flushed down and out

Three little turds (turds, turds, turds) perched by your doorstep
And my advice would be that you don't take one more step (watch out)

Just before you got here when everything was the same
You're just another number and number two is your name

Flush, flush, flush, flush
Flush, flush, flush, flush