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DISH DOG
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I am finally working a full schedule
All day blasting music in the Dish Pit
And it bounces off the grimy walls
Hymns for the whole clanking kitchen
If I am not working, I am zoning out
Feeling the fingers of death tickle me
Becoming very sensitive to the world
The garnish of scallions sliced finely
Decorte the disaster dishes we serve
The staff are like sailors on the sea
And extremely exhausted of journey
'Feeling the fingers of death
'Feeling the fingers of death tickle me' Unique creative
striking
May angels give you the winning numbers to a lottery ticket
so that you can do the work of your heart