Lyrics

My drummer should've been 29 years old today
But instead he got run over by a fuckin' train.
Gotta admit it's kinda hard to feel sane
When the rhythm drops out and my words sound inane. No! I'm gathering up all the dead John Bonhams, Keith Moons and Bill Wards. It'll be a loud autumn.
Damn, they all popped up the second that I sought em. Guess i caught em at the right time. Now they're bringin' up the bottom.
Dope! Just as I hoped. All the greats got my back.
They send me just the right words for a precision attack
On all the forces that created my position of lack.
And then endow me with a voice that sounds like I got a sack
No more wack rap outta these lips and the tip
Jar at Papa Leno's bout to be thick
From the lit service at my job toilin' in the pit
Cuz I'm a dishwasher and an MC! I'll never quit!

I'm still sinkin'
Washing my soul right down the sink.
It's got me thinkin'
And those thoughts bring me to the brink
I'm still sinkin'
Washing my soul right down the sink.
It's got me thinkin'
And those thoughts bring me to the brink, yeah

Got a white boy voice and a Zulu philosophy.
I'm questing for a tribe but nobody's accosting me.
The faucet leaks on my brain. I gotta seek solace in the mountains with my people. Thank God for LSD.
Living Sound Delusions, not always the molecule.
Too much of that at once can make a solipsistic fool.
My rule of thumb is 200 mikes at Yule and all the pagan holidays. After that, I'm cool.
Ain't no need to overdo it. If you ever been through it,
You know that its too much to intuit.
I done blew it once or twice and now I'm rather I'll-suited to computed social roles cuz I'm constantly rebooting.
Yes, even dishwashing hurts like a bitch but if,
I didn't do it I would die in a ditch.
So I pour all of the effort i have left into a pitch
For a chance at establishing an industry niche.

I'm still sinkin'
Washing my soul right down the sink.
It's got me thinkin'
And those thoughts bring me to the brink
I'm still sinkin'
Washing my soul right down the sink.
It's got me thinkin'
And those thoughts bring me to the brink, yeah


Led Zeppelin, Im pulling a Jack Black here. Please don't sue me
Also jack black, dont sue me please.

RIP John Bonham,
RIP John Bowling

The best friend i ever had,
Taken from me too soon.

For everyone out there still drumming,

Motherfuckin' thunder on.

Dishwasher Out.