Dishes (dishes)
I scrub them till they come clean
Dishes (dishes)
Sometimes my boss is mean
The damn dishes…
They're something I can count on
Walk home (walk home)
Apron around my neck
Walk home (walk home)
Apron around my neck
I don't care…
If every car stops and stares
BREAK
Drive out (drive out)
Early on a Friday night
Drive out (drive out)
Early on a Friday night
To a FRAT HOUSE (frat house)
We're gonna party all through the night
Where nobody stares at all
I'm invisible to them all
They'll find it's hard to ignore a fire
The f**in' rich kids have no desires
Somewhere (somewhere)
Somewhere the party turns
Somewhere (somewhere)
Somewhere the party turns
But I swear…
I didn't know folks were gonna burn…
I didn't wanna get my a** kicked
So I just up and split
I drove without lookin' back
To see the frat house charcoal black
Dishes (dishes)
I know why they won't come clean
Dishes (dishes)
Cuz my hands they won't come clean
f**in' dishes
There's nothin' I can count on