Brooklyn Steakhouse
(Bumblefoot)
My reservation was for 9
All heads look down
There was no clock around
I tried but couldn't make it on time
Couldn't find a lie
Watches stopped, broken clocks
My, my hands are tied
And I can't hold the lie
And I know I can never eat here again
Hey, Peter Luger, let me in
It's all my fault
Father Time - I have sinned
I missed my plate of splatterfat ribs
No one forgives
Traffic costs dirty bibs
My, my hands were tied
And I had crossed the line
And I know I can never eat here again
(I don't know what to do, nobody care 'bout no fair share
Yeah, I'm comin' up on a meat beat down
Service with a frown - cause I was late I get a cold plate
You punish me - that's not how it was supposed to be)
(I screw you and I screw me too - it's not what I meant to do
But my actions didn't live up to my intentions or my expectations
The reservation was for 4 but they just wanna show me the door
And get me outta there)
My, my hands are tied
And I can't hold the lie
And I know I can never eat here again
And I'll starve till I die
(I should have went to Vegas diner 'round the corner
Where the price is good, the food is worse, and it's in Bensonhurst)
My, my hands were tied
(You murdered my night - the food was not right
The bill was bigger than my wallet, and bigger than my appetite)
And I had crossed the line
(Another time another night I could have been better satisfied
I tried, it's gonna be the last time)
And I know I can never eat here again
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