Never wanted more From my local store A chance to be by myself Be on the right side of the shelf But for every drink I serve Sure wish I had callous nerve Cause for every sandwich I know There is a sack of shit to be dosed Wash my hands in shame 4000 times a day And when I make it on home There is a smell that always stays I know the regulars well From every stale gri will I sell From bainmaries to cold tea Imthe service that you need
There is a poison in my drink Its gon na take each good thought I could think There is a poison I know
Wash my hands in shame 4000 times a day For while I service your greed Imjust dying to be clean
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