Handwasher

1, 2, 3, 4

Never wanted more

From my local store

A chance to be by myself

Be on the right side of the shelf

For every drink I serve

Sure wish I had callous nerve

For every sandwich, I know

There's a sack of shit to be dosed

I wash my hands in shame

Four thousand times a day

When I make it on home

There's a smell that always stays

I know the regulars well

From every stale grill I sell

From bain-maries to cold tea

I'm the service that you need

And there's a poison in my drink

It's gonna take each good thought I could think

There's a poison, I know

Wash my hands in shame

Four thousand times a day

While I service your greed

I'm just dying to be clean