Camping out with the flies by the bar saying Lets get this bread while i'm cutting bread It's not quite exact to the measurement At least i'm not as negligent Sometimes it's nice but most times I wanna gouge out both of my eyes With a serrated knife and a sedated state of mind Because I'm still waiting for my time to clock out Because mentally I've already clocked out If I have to listen to KSER again then I know for sure That i'll be shedding my skin Since the day I started here I've realized we probably will not be open much longer Evasive nervous sound Nine ninety nine a pound There's always way too much Badd Chicken to go around If patience is everything then wake up and smell the shame It's quite fucking clear you can't hear a word I am saying The weight on my tongue arrives I stand by the fireside Cause I'm getting so tired of fucking up everything