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Dirty Dishes
Settled, then a hand from above
pulls a rug out from under me
standing tall, but soon i'll fall
folks, theres nothing here to see
crying shame, what a tragic game
to let the loser win
soon his eyes will lather up
and drench himself in gin
all is well in Nowhere land
and the mayor he's a drag
soon he'll die when his daughter lies
and says his son-in-laws a fag
washing windows, polished boots
the poet is a thief
spaired the rod, now he thinks he's god
and a captain and a chief
listen closely, analyze the words
the meaning isn't there
but to smile a smile and mean it
means you havent gotta care
