Dish Pit Blues

Seven nights in a row, scrubbing away Hell I even had to do it on my birthday The front side of my body is soaking wet And that's not to mention the smell that you're met with The dish pit Oh the dish pit Your hands can only take so much water at a time 'Till they lose their grip and start to feel like slime And there is the fact, that you got to face You'll always be the last one to leave the place Yeah the dish pit Oh the dish pit My hands wet and soggy make it hard to play But I guess that's just the price I gotta pay When I strum a chord it feels like my life is Slipping away I hate it when they need more than just a rinse No amount of steel wool can ever fix this I'll play you a song just give me some time You'll just have to bear with the bloody strings of mine Once you're in the pit, you won't ever leave The sun'll go down before you even breathe It's like a jail cell with bars made of plates An hour in their and you're not feeling too great Oh the dish pit Oh the dish pit My hands wet and soggy make it hard to play But I guess that's just the price I gotta pay When I strum a chord it feels like my life is Slipping away I hate it when they need more than just a rinse No amount of steel wool can ever fix this I'll play you a song just give me some time You'll just have to bear with the bloody strings of mine