Dishwasher Dreams

I'm waking up scrubbing plates in a back room haze

Muller's Cafe, yes, the grind phase Soap suds fine, but I'm dreaming big,

In the ministry's school gotta keep my faith big

Wanna shout, I'm destined for the stage From dishracks to rock stacks, I ain't afraid

Got my heart in the rhythm, feel that adrenaline cascade

Life's like a sad list, I'm preparing my rage

Soon I'll break free, flip this cage and engage

Mopping floors, I'm dreaming about those bright lights

Strumming my guitar even on the long nights With a scrub brush in hand, I'm running the score

At the ministry school, got my spirit to explore In the echoes of the kitchen, I hear my call