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