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Aint No More Dishes
Verse 1
Aint no more dishes
When my days are done
18,000 times I have done them
It aint no fun
Verse 2
When I knock on the door
Of the big god in the sky
If his house needs painting
I will say goodbye
Chorus
Maybe its better in hell
With the god with horns
Where there is a simple model
Fuck the chores
I get Trump in daily
To even the score
Verse 3
To avoid washing clothes
I am going to be naked
Prance around the clouds
With all hanging vacant
Verse 4
So fuck all those lists
Endless days lost
I dont want to be bothered
Gods better not
Chorus x 2
Maybe its better in hell
With the god with horns
Where there is a simple model
Fuck the chores
I get Trump in daily
To even the score
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