Splinters, Dead Bugs, and Dust Copyright 2005 Stan Lyness   country waltz, male voice	broadband listen
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     Architectural Digest was callin' to me,
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 it said "You should be livin' in such luxury",
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 as these photos so glorious
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     of a glossy wood floor
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        reflectin' a black baby grand,
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      and primitive sculpture from faraway lands.
 
        I said "That's for me", an' set out to expose
      the glistening hardwood I knew lay below.
      But soon as I tore
 the shag rug from the floor,
       It di'n't look a bit like the pictures -
       it looked like dead bugs, dust, an' splinters.

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          Splinters, dust, and dead bugs,
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          where once there used to be rug,
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 where we used to walk barefoot an' carefree there's just
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          dead bugs, splinters, and dust.


       My wife said "You jackass, you don't understand
you gotta rent a machine, or hire a man
       to finish the floor,
 then you still gotta pour
      polyurethane on it, and then,
  pay the man or machine to finish again."

I said "I can't afford that
        I aint' got the jack."
      She said, "Til you do you can just
          sleep on the floor
where the rug ain't no more
   in the dead bugs, splinters, and dust,
splinters, dead bugs, and dust."

CHORUS: 
          Splinters, dust, and dead bugs,
          right where we used to have rug,
 where we used to walk barefoot an' carefree there's just
          dead bugs, splinters, and dust.

BRIDGE: 
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 So while once I wore nothin' when I hit the sack,
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        I now wear a quilted down-filled anorak
 'cause there's 

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