Flushed From The Bathroom Of Y

From the back door of your life you swept me out, dear In the breadline of your dreams
I lost my place.
At the table of your love.
I got the brush off At the Indianapolis of your heart
I lost the race.

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theatre of your love
I lost my part.

And now you say you've got me out of your conscience I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

In the garbage disposal of your dreams
I've been ground up, dear.
On the river of your plans
I'm up the creek.
Up the elevator of your future
I've been shafted.
On the calendar of your events
I'm last week.

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience.
In the theatre of your love
I lost my part.

And now you say you've got me out of your conscience I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart.