The Dishwasher

So what if i burn my hands
When i unload it?
Hot dishes from the
Dishwashing machine

It's just my job sir
I do what i'm paid for
You won't catch me walking
Home from work crying

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh

So what if this apron has
Many stains of red?
Andred is the same color
That runs in my veins

I'm just a number
Swimming in water
I'm just another
Dirty dish in the machine

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh

Every dish i wash
I wash for someone else
I ain't an old woman
On the beach collecting shells

So what if i could have made
Millions in the stock market?
I never much understood
Numbers anyway

I wash the dishes
Someone must do that
People don't want
To eat their food
Off dirty plates

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh

And so what if people are
Walking right by me and
Seeing right through me?
I do the same to them

And who cares that the planet
Is turning on cruelty?
A cold metal axis that
Cuts off my head

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh oh

Maybe some day all the people
In the world so big and wide
Will turn just like a record
Over to their other side