I'm the one who washes them, sir. Washing a body, what comes to mind first isn't what the dead hid, it's what the living did.
What your hands wash, my mouth speaks.
That sharp eye of yours, sit it on my floor once and I'll pay for it.
I'm the one who washes them, sir. Washing a body, what comes to mind first isn't what the dead hid, it's what the living did.