The Restaurant- Spoonboy
While moonlighting in the service of the bourgois elite,
I caught lunch with a party of psuedo-environmental executives,
because I heard they d pick up the bill.
And then the billionaire took his seat at the head of the table
and wiped his ass with the dignity of the polynesian waiter,
(who had only been misheard), but was subject to abuse. And I got caught.
And I got caught. I was caught in a crisis of procedure,
what I knew but forgot in the comforts of leisure,
on review of the charts, all the facts and the figures:
ONLY LACK OF RECOGNITION WILL DISCREDIT OUR LEADERS.
And the conflict lies on you: all the waiters of the world please spit in the soup,
and the billionaires might finally get what s coming.
When the dishwashers of the world all mouth off to their boss,
then the latter that they build that they started on top
might fall because it rests on you. and the shit that you go through
just to stay alive.
1000 miles away, another conflict I d been through
about the innocence of the criminal when the victim is you.
and the tendency to justify a law that s flawed. and I got caught.
I was caught in the crisis of my company.
What I knew, they did not, but I guess there s always something.
There was a girl and a cop, and they wouldn t even talk to me. I got caught.
And the conflict lies on you,
all the waiters of the world please spit in the soup.
and punk kids, please think about what you re doing.
When the dishwashers of the world all mouth off to their boss,
then the latter that they built, it might finally fall,
because you know it all rests on you,
and the shit that you go through just to stay alive.