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When I get to work I make my tea procrastinate I know they're waiting for me Tie on my apron grab my pen make my way to a table and fake a grin They ask for coffee over easy eggs crispy bacon and an order of my legs To pay my rent well I am a waitress but let me tell you I'm so much more than this ** Every night and on the weekends I spend my time fighting demons I may have grumpy breakfast diners they're only slightly worse than the minions of hell Songtexte ** There's a creep at table nine who wants a refill no demon ever gave me such a chill And that old sailor at table 53 asked me four more times to get married I hear the screaming at table ten it means those damn kids are back again The kitchen is on fire the cook is throwing knives I'd rather be out taking evil lives ** Every night and on the weekends I spend my time fighting demons I may have grumpy breakfast diners they're only slightly worse than the minions of hell ** When I clock in till I clock out the world is living in a lot of doubt The demons may just overrun but sometimes I think that would be more fun These needy, cranky diner patrons really know how to try my patience Every day I just think this is not my real purpose ** Every night and on the weekends I spend my time fighting demons I may have grumpy breakfast diners they're only slightly worse than the minions of hell Aus Songtexte Mania