Oh, waiter bring me my check soon I have a hectic schedule I'm saddened by the news that we won I wonder what I'd say to the bomb Where are you now, where are you going? Do you mind and do you care that you will die? Do you despair and do you allow For what you are choking? Do you know Just what you do? The fickle snow It's 'cuz of you Waiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later It may seem strange but have you seen the paper? Maybe it's victory, maybe it's history Maybe it's you The scuds drop down like butterflies They're loved and 'round and very wise They're just like you and me as they tend Their incandescent need for a friend Where are they now, where are they headed? Do they see the little ones And do they flee or do they run? And do they feel proud as they are embedded? Do they ask Or do they tell To mask the fact They're going to hell Waiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later It may seem strange but have you seen the paper Maybe it's erotic, maybe it's despotic Maybe it's you Waiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later It may seem strange but have you seen the paper Maybe it's victory, maybe it's history Maybe it's you Nothin' could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin' © PROUD DROPOUT MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com