Ezra Furman & The Harpoons - The Dishwasher lyrics

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