Foo wrote:I'm a dish-wash-man. DISHWASHMAN! Tied up to the sink in here.
Just a suburban guy on a saturday night
Cleanin' the dishes for his wife
In the real time world no one sees him at all
They all say he's lazy
Scrubbin' dishes to the beat of his heart
Changing grime into shine
He has cleaned into the danger zone
When the washer becomes the washed
It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be
(CHORUS)
He's a dishwasher, dishwasher at the sink
And he's washing like he never washed before
He's a dishwasher, dishwasher at the sink
And he's washing like he never washed before
On the Ajax-filled line of sanity
It's a place most never see
It's a hard-won place of mystery
You can scrub it but can't clean it
You don't work all your life for that moment in time
It can come or pass you by
It's a push of the world but there's always a chance
If the disposal stays alive
There's a warm kinetic heat
Scrubbing, scraping off the beet
Never stopping
With his plate against the brush
(CHORUS)
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
(instrumental break)
It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be
He's a dishwasher, dishwasher at the sink
And he's washing like he never washed before
He's a dishwasher, dishwasher at the sink
And he's washing like he never washed before
