Vindaloo Regret

Chorus

At what age does cleaning the bowl become fun

Scrubbing down the white porcelain

Cleaning for a friend

Asking for a friend

Verse 1

Twenty four years on this green earth

Still no joy found in the tiles or the bleach

Vindaloo burned my very soul

Ruining the peace

Pre-Chorus

Why am I the one with the brush

Why is it always me

Holding back the rush

Falling to my knee

Chorus

At what age does cleaning the bowl become fun

Scrubbing down the white porcelain

Cleaning for a friend

Asking for a friend

Verse 2

Stains like a map of my mistakes

Regretting every single spicy bite I took

The mirror sees my sweat and shame

The devil in the cook

Pre-Chorus

Why am I the one with the brush

Why is it always me

Holding back the rush

Falling to my knee

Chorus

At what age does cleaning the bowl become fun

Scrubbing down the white porcelain

Cleaning for a friend

Asking for a friend

Drop

Asking for a friend

Asking for a friend

Bridge

Maybe next week

Maybe next year

Maybe when I'm gone

I won't be here

With the lemon scent

And the spirit spent

Chorus

At what age does cleaning the bowl become fun

Scrubbing down the white porcelain

Cleaning for a friend

Asking for a friend