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

the fragrance of spent ashtrays emanates and the butch waitress is the only woman in my life right now hey flow no need for a menu i know what's coming to me and these scrambled eggs are runny just like my f___ing nose where's my free refill? bottomless cup of salvation for my life in a vinyl booth