The Dishwasher

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

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

So what if this apron has many stains of red?
And red is the same colour that runs in my veins
I'm just a number swimming in water
I'm just another dirty dish in the machine

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, 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've made millions in the stock market?
I never much understood numbers anyway
I wash the dishes, someone must do that
People don't wanna eat their food off dirty plates

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, 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

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

Maybe someday, all the people
In the world so big and wide
Will turn just like a record
Over to their other side