Hitting on The Waiter — текст песни (Heatmiser)

Im so sick of having hope

Pushing the envelope

With empty threats and false teeth

My drinks been poured by a cannibal

And my corpse aint even cold

And you want to take it away from me



I know youll take the blue ribbon

I shop myself with the starting gun



Youre more cop than speeder

Hitting onthe waiter

And eating off the plate of the enemy

But Id rather just forget about the jerking in my sleep

And the hollow words under me



But Ive got second thoughts again

Second thoughts again

Or am I second guessing

Or just in second place?



Ive got a one year old hangover

Feels like I never will recover

But I can keep a poker face

For the rest of the chase