Текст песни Hitting On The Waiter

I'm so sick of having hope
Pushing the envelope
With empty threats and false teeth
My drink's been poured by a cannibal
And my corpse ain't even cold
And you want to take it away from me

I know you'll take the blue ribbon
I shop myself with the starting gun

You're more cop than speeder
Hitting onthe waiter
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But I'd rather just forget about the jerking in my sleep

And the hollow words under me

But I've got second thoughts again
Second thoughts again
Or am I second guessing
Or just in second place?

I've got a one year old hangover
Feels like I never will recover
But I can keep a poker face
For the rest of the chase