The fragrance of spent ashtrays eminates and the butch waitress is the only woman in my life right now hey flow no need for a menu I know whats coming to me and these scrambled eggs are runny just like my fucking nose wheres my free refill?
Bottomless cup of salvation for my life in a vinyl booth
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Satan Would Sit In The Smoking Section But He Doesn't Like The Creepy Waiter Lyrics

The Sawtooth Grin – Satan Would Sit In The Smoking Section But He Doesn't Like The Creepy Waiter Lyrics