Here you stand And here you fall History won't care at all Bake the cake, light the light And your husband won't be home tonight
What the hell you're waiting for Don't hear the bell, but you answer the door Close it then with care and all We're all waiting for the handle to fall
With every meal and every stain A little piece of you is falling away Dust and wash and clean again Make a burger as the meat decays
Toe your line and play the game Let the anasthetic cover it all Till one day they call your name You know it's time for the kettle to fall
Lover, kids or husband for your work it's all the same Lock your door the dust is coming through the window frame (oh yeah) Woman, all your struggle is in vain
For you who grew up proud and well In the middle of the washing smell Work of sisyphos is hell You just wanna scream it louder and louder
Who the hell I do this for? Won't you stand up once against it all Tell your people 'bout the score They're all waiting for the glasses to fall.
(Give it to me one more time) *sound of crashing dishes*