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She saw the Christians in my future
She saw the victims from my past
She saw the children I've abandoned
Still dripping from their baths
I've heard the waitress from the coffee shop
At the edge of the universe
Tricks rich men into being slaves
And keeps their fortunes in her purse
Take the hands that come to feed her
Take the tongues that aim to please her
Take the choir in her flesh that sings
I've come to break you down
And I know
In my heart
I will not see her again
Or the danger
Of her alibis
As I followed her back home
The little of what she knew of me
She scrawled into a poem
She speaks freely in a parlor
cuts her absinthe down with dirt
she says someday son you'll meet up with
all those you have hurt
and I know
in my heart
I will not see her again
As the patrons from the coffee shop
Threatens strikes and rogue parades
Claiming they have all given more than
Anyone should give away
Hide in the alleys to do their slaying
Kneel in the streets to be seen praying
But the waitress you've ignored till now
Can see all you have done
She saw the Christians in my future
She saw the victims from my past
She saw the children I've abandoned
Still dripping from their baths
Take the hands that come to feed her
Take the tongues that aim to please her
Take the choir in her flesh that sings
I will to break you down
And I know
In my heart
There is nothing left to hurt
But the waitress at the edge of the universe
But the waitress at the edge of the universe
But the waitress at the edge of the universe café