Never wanted more From my local store A chance to be by myself Be on the right side of the shelf But for every drink I serve Sure wish I had callous nerve Cause for every sandwich I know There's a sack of shit to be dosed Wash my hands in shame 4000 times a day And when I make it on home There's a smell that always stays I know the regulars well From every stale grill I sell From bainmaries to cold tea I'm the service that you need There's a poison in my drink It's gonna take each good thought I could think There's a poison I know Wash my hands in shame 4000 times a day For while I service your greed I'm just dying to be clean