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There’s a man out on the picket line
He’s got some leaflets and injustice on his mind
While what he does is actually nothing I admire
I want someone fired
There’s a woman in the restaurant
She’ll take your order and bring you what you want
She’ll look suspicious but there is nothing that she can’t professionally do
You’re the only one I see from day to day and anyway
I know there’s rules in puppet shows
You’re the only one I see from day to day and anyway
I know there’s rules in puppet shows
You’re the only one I’ll holla at and call to bring the tray
Each day I’ll pay my way with you
You’re the sexy one I see from day to day
And it’s okay I know there’s rules in puppet shows
You’re the distanced one I’ll try to understand and always fail
Okay that’s fine with me today
But tomorrow, you know, I’ll be back
I’ll be back for you
You slut
You can find injustice or injustice can find you
The woman in the restaurant she knows that this is true
She’s barely pushing 40 but she’s worked her whole life through
Sincere people don’t tip well so she serves the perves that do
So welcome to the restaurant of all time highs and lows!
It’s not your average venue, the questionable menu should cause concern
Some mouldy spuds
A cup of blood
They all think… That’s okay!
Some tough old meat
Made from cows feet
And that just the Entree
And if you ever eat there
Don’t order the dessert
The smell of it alone… will make you hurt!
So welcome to the restaurant it was designed in hell
The newcomers have no idea and the regulars just dwell
And it makes them quite unwell
And you can just walk in, that’s the situation
No table reservation
That ended long ago
Recommend to your friends
You’ll eat your words
They’ll still taste better than dessert!