Dishes In The Dark Testo

And I wash my dishes in the dark
One big ol' shiny stain I can't tell apart
It come October
I might just get sober
Well I thought admittin' was the hardest part

And I don't wash my hair hardly at all
But I could split a hair with a cannonball
I guess I'd compare it
To a half bald heretic Writing on the fence whichever way it falls

This dirt, this dust, this rust
It's what I'm all about
Lust, disgust, a-bust
Well hell I guess that's my rock
I won't wash up, I just wash out
I won't wash up, no I just was out

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

And I wash my dishes in the dark
One big ol' shiny stain I can't tell apart
It's way past October and I'm still not sober
Well I thought admittin' was the hardest part Well I thought admittin' was the hardest part