WAIT TABLES
Somebody said
What do you do for money & to survive
I fake a smile, ask if everything is alright
Settle in and scan that menu on the table
Yes ma'am, I'll be right with you
You fucking boomer
A rockstar waiting on his debut
I been waiting on that label money
Been paid my dues, yeah
That big break, oh it's sure to come soon
When it do, I'm a walk inside this place
Screaming fuck you
Oh, I'm tired of waiting
Waiting on tables
Take off my apron
And I throw it right on the ground
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
I feel like I'm slaving away, every day at this job that I hate
We all feel the same, know I ain't the only one
Well it my last two weeks
I might just cut it short
Might start a mutiny
Shit right here on the floor
Turn on your TV babe
I smash right thru your screen
Stir up the anarchy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I-oh-I
I light my cigarette
Pour in the gas
Soon enough, you'll be ash
Oh, I'm tired of waiting
Waiting on tables
Take off my apron
And I throw it right on the ground
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
Oh, I'm tired of waiting
Waiting on tables
Take off my apron
And I throw it right on the ground
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
What do you do for money & to survive
I fake a smile, ask if everything is alright
Settle in and scan that menu on the table
Yes ma'am, I'll be right with you
You fucking boomer
A rockstar waiting on his debut
I been waiting on that label money
Been paid my dues, yeah
That big break, oh it's sure to come soon
When it do, I'm a walk inside this place
Screaming fuck you
Oh, I'm tired of waiting
Waiting on tables
Take off my apron
And I throw it right on the ground
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
I feel like I'm slaving away, every day at this job that I hate
We all feel the same, know I ain't the only one
Well it my last two weeks
I might just cut it short
Might start a mutiny
Shit right here on the floor
Turn on your TV babe
I smash right thru your screen
Stir up the anarchy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I-oh-I
I light my cigarette
Pour in the gas
Soon enough, you'll be ash
Oh, I'm tired of waiting
Waiting on tables
Take off my apron
And I throw it right on the ground
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
Oh, I'm tired of waiting
Waiting on tables
Take off my apron
And I throw it right on the ground
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
This is the last day, last day, last day
That I ever wait tables
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Writer(s): Trey Christie
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