Представляем точный текст композиции "The Waitress" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Atmosphere . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Waitress» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Atmosphere передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Atmosphere - "The Waitress"
Lyrics to The Waitress : A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress And she treats me like some type of common vagrant I see her everyday, but theres nothing to say Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe I only get to sit if I buy something to eat Otherwise its best to keep my feet moving down that street And god damn shes a hard bitch Talks at me like Im the bad dog that got into the garbage Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers You aint got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work It doesnt have to be a game of patty cake But it aint like you dont know I sleep in that alleyway And by the way, I can see it in your eyes Youre angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight I bet you hate every man that you date And youre probably addicted to all types of escape You take it out on me that youre all alone When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones Watch the tone when you speak to old folks Im grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold Look lady, Im homeless, Im crazy Im so hopeless Im suicidal daily If you and I cant coexist, lets fake it Cause I aint got the energy it takes for this relationship Im waiting for a city bus to flatten me And transport me to the ever after happily Maybe reincarnated with luck Come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup She said shes had it up to here Shes gonna call authorities if I dont disappear I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath I give her stress for the reaction that it gets I got a pocket full of clean, handled money On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun In front of everyone she calls me bum But she notices my absence on them afternoons I dont come So here I am, thorn in her hip Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips Ignoring the insults and evil eyes I feed off of em, I wonder when shell realize That shes the only reason I visit The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence And if my ship ever comes, Ill miss it Because Im getting old and I aint got much left to give it So there it is and I have to live with it I had the chance to make a difference, but I didnt In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water Thinking, damn, I should have been a better father to my daughter (Thanks to zERoCooL for these lyrics) [ The Waitress Lyrics ]
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