Текст песни Heatmiser - Hitting on The Waiter
Heatmiser - Hitting on The Waiter слова песни
Im so sick of having hopePushing the envelopeWith empty threats and false teethMy drinks been poured by a cannibalAnd my corpse aint even coldAnd you want to take it away from meI know youll take the blue ribbonI shop myself with the starting gunYoure more cop than speederHitting onthe waiterAnd eating off the plate of the enemyBut Id rather just forget about the jerking in my sleepAnd the hollow words under meBut Ive got second thoughts againSecond thoughts againOr am I second guessingOr just in second place? Ive got a one year old hangoverFeels like I never will recoverBut I can keep a poker faceFor the rest of the chase