Waiters

Have I ever served you drinks
You look familiar
I am grateful for your tips
Thanks a million

I'm walking down Bowery
To my twelve-step recovery
From being an artist
Anonymously lost

Culture's downgraded to food
Artists to waiters
Everything that I thought I understood
Won't matter today

so I'm walking down Bowery
To my twelve-step recovery
From being an artist
Anonymously lost

This is the waiter generation's proclamation
Of us hanging up our aprons
For occupation asphyxiation.
We're anonymously lost

I'm walking down Bowery
To my twelve-step recovery
From being an artist
Anonymously lost