Sitting in the basement
must not have been that fun
With all that dry humor
on those dull days of no sun
could have been a bar fridge
or at least a microwave
then you could have really partied
in this day and age
you must have gotten tired
of the stains and dirt and blood
knowing that your future
was always a washed out one
and now you don't refuse to drain
its just you can't no more
after being faithful for so long
find yourself scrapped and out the door
believe me
when i say
its another dark, dark day
believe me
as i pray
for your soul, my washer,
you'll live again one day
