Laundromat Lady – Alela Diane

Sweet, sweet laundromat lady
Why’d this land let you lose your teeth?
So young
‘Cause I don’t see an apron
Strung gentle around your
Child-worn thighs
Your child-worn thighs

‘Cause it’s this hot
Hot water
That you’re washin’ with
That you’re washin’ with
And it’s this hot
Hot water
That we’re drownin’ in
That we’re drownin’ in

And we’re marchin’ two by two by two by two by two by two
Oh, we’re marchin’ two by two by two by two

And the daughters of the mothers are all cryin’
Oh, the daughters of the mothers are all cryin’
And they’re washin’ all that blood
They’re washin’ all that blood
They’re washin’ the blood
They’re washin’ all that blood
They’re washin’ all that blood

‘Cause the sons of the daughters are all dyin’
Oh, those sons of the daughters are all dyin’
And we’re scrubbin’ all the blood
We’re scrubbin’ all that blood
We’re scrubbin’ the blood
We’re scrubbin’ all that blood
We’re scrubbin’ all that blood

But it’s too thick to be bleached white
And the apron’s not fittin’ right
And the daughters of the mothers are all cryin’
Oh, the daughters of the mothers are all cryin’
And you’re drivin’ all your pickup trucks
You’re drivin’ all your pickup trucks
You’re drivin’ all those pickup trucks

But the beds along the back are never big enough
Oh, those beds along the back are never big enough
‘Cause the sons of the daughters are all dyin’
Oh, the sons of the daughters are all dyin’
And sweet, sweet laundromat lady
How’d this land let you lose your teeth?
So young

‘Cause this land is your land
Oh, this land is my land
This land is your land
Oh, this land is my land
This land is your land
This land is my land, oh
Oh