If theres trouble, I wanna know In a second Ill be there Said the stovecook to the waitress And she sat and brushed her hair She said Stovecook you couldnt even kill a cockroach without crying Ill be fine Im sorry sir, youve got to go Said the waitress to a man Who was dancing around the restaurant With his penis in his hand And she grabbed him by the ear And she threw him to the pavement I couldve helped you out you know Said the stovecook and he sighed And in the hour before morning When gentle comes the light And they sat upon their plastic chairs And waited for the sunrise You know if you were my girl I would never treat you wrong And Ill kill that motherfucker Next time he comes along Said the stovecook to the waitress When she came in every now and then With bruises from her friend Im sorry sir, youve got to go Said the waitress to a man Who was screaming bloody murder And when he raised his hand I was there right beside you Like I said that I would be all along My darling, Ill never let you cry Theres a moment when the darkness Starts to fade out of the night In the hour before morning When gently comes the light And he laid upon the cold cold floor And said I think Im dying Dim sims, and burgers And potato cakes, and pizzas And angel headed hipsters And the vicious creatures And beer and blood and vomit And a cold sharp breeze that comes from somewhere Far away from here
stovecook, waitress, said, come, sir