Thanks For Your Hospitality

[Verse 1]

Ten years doing something I hate

What a waste, what a fucking mistake

Too long I've been stuck in this place rusting away for what?

Believe it or not I'm leaving my job this evening

No reasoning could leave me to budge

Soon as I clean this coffee machine then I mean it I'm off

I'll be meeting the boss pulling up a seat in his office

And confessing there's something that we need to discuss

I'll be like 'no amount of money's even enough

I can't be a waiter no more man it's eating me up

And I apologise dearly if it's seeming abrupt

You're getting dumped and being on the receiving end sucks

Look, I'd like to give you two weeks to a month

But two minutes more of this and I'll completely erupt

So I'll just leave now, cheers but hospitality sucks

And by the way, I always thought you were an arrogant cunt'

[Hook]

If you don't know how I feel

To dream the dream of a lifetime

And it becomes real

[Verse 2]

Hey man I can't take it anymore

I'm sick of spending 40 hours working in a restaurant but I'm forever poor

I'm sick of reading bad spelling on the specials board

And people telling me their screw top red was corked

I'm sick of bartenders flaring every drink they make

Dinner plates so hot I need my fucking skin replaced

I'm sick of when they say 'savings more like spendings aye'

When they pay then they try to split the bill a million ways

I'm sick of getting sprayed and drenched when I change a keg

I'm sick of management behaving like they're David Brent

I'm sick of David Gray getting played daily at every single cafe I've ever waitered at baby, ye yo

Shitty staff meals, large bills, no tips, bar's always busiest the minute that it's last drinks

Dinner rush, customers complaining like I give a fuck

Decaf skinny weak mocha lattes in a mug

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[Verse 3]

I never thought I'd be doing something this boring this pointless and unimportant

It's not how I was brought up

It's like I just got caught up in all this

Honest to God it's the oddest thing when a job can just transform from supporting and funding your life

To becoming your life

And all of a sudden it's like awesome I'm 25 and I'm poor as

It's bulldust I'm tired of taking orders

It's the sort of stuff you do as a Uni student for 4 years

It's been ten or more, just the thought of it makes me nauseous

It's awful I'm so exhausted

I surely am looking forward to squashing my uniform in a ball

And toss it all in a bottle bin as I'm walking out tall into unemployment

Like so long, so long, to the job and all the customers too

That's right don't you think that I forgot about you

All the stories I could tell of things I've done to your food

[Hook]