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The Rest Of My Life lyrics
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Artist - Blessid Union Of Souls
Album - Walking Off The Buzz
Lyrics - The Rest Of My Life
DINER PATRONS AND WORKERS:
Straight back and to the left
Pick up those fucking eggs
B...ring! B...ring!
Were out of milk
Who took my rye bread?
Four waters to table seven
I'm sorry, we don't deliver on Sunday
I need table three for two, yesterday
Is there a list?
Harrington? Harrington?
Kaplan, K-a-p-l-a-n for seven
Order
No, Im sorry, those people were here first
We don't have tables for seven
Are we in smoking?
Tension
I'll have the salad necoys and some honey bread
Balance
I said, I wanted an omelette with no yolks
That's why you're just a waiter
JONATHAN:
Brunch
Sunday
In the blue, silver chromium diner
On the green, purple, yellow, red stools
Sit the fools
Who should eat at home
Instead, the pay on
JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Sunday
JONATHAN:
For a cool orange juice or a bagel
On the soft, green cylindrical stools
Sit the fools
Drinking cinnamon coffee
Or decaffeinated tea
JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Forever
In the blue, silver chromium diner
JONATHAN:
Drips the green, orange, violet drool
JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
From the fools
JONATHAN:
Who'd pay less at home
Drinking coffee
JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Light
And dark
MICHAEL:
And cholesterol
And buns
Buns, buns, buns, buns,
Buns, buns, buns, buns,
Buns,
JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
People screaming for their toast
In a small, Soho cafe
JONATHAN:
On an island into
JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Rivers
On an ordinary Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday!
MICHAEL:
Brunch!
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