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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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