[Verse 1] Well I wash my dishes in the dark One big 'ole shiny stain I can't tell apart But come October, I might just get sober Well I thought admitting was the hardest part
[Verse 2] And I don't wash my hair hardly at all But I could split a hair with a cannon ball I guess I'd compare it to a half boiled heretic Riding on the fence whichever way it falls
[Verse 3] This dirt, this dust, this rust It's what I'm all about Lust, disgust, or bust Well hell I guess that's my route I won't wash up, I'l just wash out I won't wash up, no I'll just wash out
[Verse 4] And I keep the dirt under my nails Makes most men think I'm a man And it freaks out the females It stays embedded, and I stay unwedded It's a better bet than just heads or tails
[Verse 5] Well I wash my dishes in the dark One big 'ole shiny stain I can't tell apart It's way past October and I'm still not sober Well I thought admitting was the hardest part Yeah I thought admitting was the hardest partTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
