Aloysius wishes there weren't dishes in the sink
They've been in there for far too long, they're causing quite a stink
And every day he's less and less inclined to do the task
He'd rather lie in bed and guzzle gin from his hip flask

Pretty Polly polishes the silver on the shelf
No one in the house will help, she does it all herself
And as the days press onward and the weeks turn into years
She keeps that silver shining and neglects her hopes and fears

I'd like to run away from here, I'd like for you to come
No time for lallygagging as we flee the pandemonium
I'd love to fly away from here, I'd love to take a ride
We'll leap aboard the speeding train and brush the world aside

Every day I'll check the news, Every day it's all the same
Another muder, rape, or death - I needn't know a name
Another hurricane or tale of military raid
And I wonder how a man can think when he's so goddamn afraid

I had a dream the other night, the world was all ablaze
Washington to Tokyo was in a fiery haze
And as the earth went up in flames, the people looked around
And saw for once, when all was gone, that love was still abound.