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

**

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

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