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