Mopping in the day,
Lay your rags at night
Wait until your parents sleep so you can start living
Dancing and stumbling, dice
Crying out, China, oh I
Heart of sorrow, all the tears in your eyes
I'd like to wipe the tears that you cry
Hoovering in the day,
Dreaming of exile Counting the days that you escaped from your
scraps Singing and stumbling,
dice While you make the dishes dry
Heart of sorrow, all the tears in your eyes
I'd like to wipe the tears that you cry
But that's good in the day,
Doing homework at night
You wanna rock,
but don't have friends to follow behind
So you dance and stumbling,
dice You cry out,
China,
oh I
May the good Lord teach you to play
guitar May He wipe the tears that you cry
Vacuum in the house,
Cleaning bathroom tiles I running upset,
things like handkerchiefs and socks Thinking about Melchor Stein's,
he don't need to clean the house
Heart of sorrow,
all the tears in your eyes I'd like to wipe the tears that you cry
How long's in the time you have to wait?
How close in these times that I don't regret?