Waffle House Is Not a Home — текст песни (The Gadjits)

I`m the only one who ever sits here
So thank God for me
You`re the lonley one with the waffle house apron
Who gets of on me
You`re the apron string that`s tied so tight
Around my middle
Truckers, drunks and cowboys come to beg for seconds
from your griddle

How can they think to judge us
They don`t even know who we are
In the future i see us running
Somewhere other than a parked car

Three o`clock there`s only empty seats and orthapedic shoes
Sit down in my booth and tell me about country dancing
and what else you like to do
You`re the only one in this town who can look down on me
No matte rhow you feel all you done and where you been
Come and sit down with me