The waiting game

The time it strikes like the shining flash of electricity between static objects,
Just waiting to get home so we can turn on the square hypnotiser,
Please dont make me walk, those are the heard words,
Wash the knife and forks, those are her words,
But a modern man, will say no,
As long as he doesnt have to do it,
Oh uh times up, time to go.
Someone else will have to do it.