Waiter Minute

Strange Lot

by Seth Sentry

on Waiter Minute (2008)

A faint ghost through the raindrops, pace a frozen train stop
My brain throbs as it wanders to my day job
On my way to the place that I hate most
Strange though how I'm still afraid of getting laid off

And every day feels the same with a different date
And every face looks as plain as an empty frame
So sick of waiting for the painter to begin to paint the plain away
For now a testament to emptiness and...

Thoughts ricochet, through my fickle pickled brain
Rain trickles down the grimace, same image, different name
Fault searcher, my soul's an impulse purchase
'Round here we serve beer not purpose
(Step aside)

When I wake up, my mind is full of dread
In the evening, sleep as though I'm dead
I'm so tired, sad and lonely
Happy when I'm dreamin' only
Wanna break free, ain't escaping here
'Cause I'm tied down, paralysed in fear
Every day's the same, but everyone has changed
I can't let it slide, better step aside

Hey, all look so morose, soaked overcoats, hope comatosed
Folks know the ropes, don't row the boat, just float
Don't delay, don't you go and chase the blown away umbrella 'cross the motorway
Tell them keep a poker face

For the joker's sake, hold your plate steady
While we load it up and smoke your face pretty while your throat is cut
Yeah, things that go bump, know what's up
Only showing love through the drugs and the modem plug

Moments past only last in photographs, show some gums
Fool the picture homie, no he couldn't give a lonely fuck
See they don't smile they just show their teeth
And sit below the streets on broken rollercoaster seats

With today's valid ticket like this trip is where they're all supposed to be
But don't be difficult the warning posters read
And if it all amounts to this, then all aboard and count your chips
A flock of dirty pigeons fighting over water fountain sips
(Step aside)

When I wake up, my mind is full of dread
In the evening, sleep as though I'm dead
I'm so tired, sad and lonely
Happy when I'm dreamin' only
Wanna break free, ain't escaping here
'Cause I'm tied down, paralysed in fear
Every day's the same, but everyone has changed
I can't let it slide, better step aside

Now I could learn to hide a smirk behind a smile
In a nice designer shirt, life of work, buy a pile of dirt
And plant a house in it past the shanty town limits where the angry crowds picket
Pick a hand-me-down image

And be an average bloke, the same person that you know
That hates work but has to go, to pay for the back he broke
Toiling in the fields, what's the point of putting poison in their meals
When a coin will have them oiling up the wheels

For the rich man's chariot, they're carrying
A FIGJAM arrogance and shrink-wrapped happiness
(Hand it out) Same shit different brand name
(Gather around) Same slip different cash claim

Wait, welcome to the day it was rocket science
And watch grey become a yin-yang compromise
Throw the canary down the mineshaft with a gas mask
For the last laugh, tip your bar staff
Step aside (step aside)

When I wake up, my mind is full of dread
In the evening, sleep as though I'm dead
I'm so tired, sad and lonely
Happy when I'm dreamin' only
Wanna break free, ain't escaping here
'Cause I'm tied down, paralysed in fear
Every day's the same, but everyone has changed
I can't let it slide, better step aside

Ya, ya
And welcome to the day that daisy chain
Breaks from the weight and strain but everything remains the same
And welcome to the day that the painter came
Astounded every critic with a thousand different shades of grey

And welcome to the day that the sweat from every brow was ours to keep
And every pawn was proudly crowned a queen
And welcome to the night that while the captain slept
We abandoned ship with our lanterns lit singin'
Step aside (step aside)

When I wake up, my mind is full of dread
In the evening, sleep as though I'm dead
I'm so tired, sad and lonely
Happy when I'm dreamin' only
Wanna break free, ain't escaping here
'Cause I'm tied down, paralysed in fear
Every day's the same, but everyone has changed
I can't let it slide, better step aside

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