Lyrics:
at the door and the devil's in the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked
Hi out there. This is Shaun Goldberg and you're listening to W-A-N-K
This evening I've got someone really interesting with me.
He's over from old
Unrecognizable
I lost a gleem in my eyes or two
I blame the stress and the altitude
I think the service made constitutes
I point the finger at other things
But
meet me
There's a Shell garage on the South Circular
A Burger King at Thurrock services
A month of Tuesday evenings in November
They'd be perfect
Let's
verses while serving the beats
Swerving, a nerd and a geek with words, I bring herbs to concede
This is a service to me, I just want the praise for what I
a round-the-work girl
That's what I'm needing
Baby girl, take you out this evening
And as you drive, I'm never misleading
I need a round-the-work girl
It's about
of splurging
Cuz I get it and earn it
Deserve it
Through steady service
And flourish
So gorgeous
From working
Someone give Papa Bear all of his porridge
HAAA
customer service worldwide
Better get in line, salute true major with the grind
I'm in the kitchen with the cakes and pies
'Cause I took the evening
I got a piece, for all the drama
Walking around like I'm president Obama
Yeah you see me with a team, deeper than the secret service
Drop-drop-drop
at the door and the devil's in the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked
meâ?¦gratitude?
Bad Attitude
Drivin' home from work this evening, weary to the bone
You drop by the mall for a meal
A slab of mystery meat, a gut bomb
sight
Your dirty laundry broadcast on the evening news
I try to tell 'em but wisdom is too hot for a fool
I'm from the school of excellence, master
I was strolling out one evening by the silvery moon
I could hear somebody singing a familiar tune
So I stopped a while to listen
Not a word I
here it is at your service
The b the I the g the d-a-double-d-y
And when it comes to rippin' the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm
the fuck is the customer service?!?
Must have been the flippin shabby overalls we?re wearing,
And the batch of Classics that were on the verge of tearing.
the fuck is the customer service?!?
Must have been the flippin shabby overalls we?re wearing,
And the batch of Classics that were on the verge of tearing.
and essential services
when masters rape and eat servants all over the masterless
caribbean of tremor, desire and canal. it's not that we're
nonviolent, it's
every evening he married a fresh wife
and had her strangled the following morning before the grand Vizier.
His duty was to provide these unhappy brides
dinner money in my pocket
And even the little things like ordering pizza
Were probably the reason for overtime in the evening
Five till ten, six hours
Yo, turn on the evening news, yo
(Which channel?)
They saying King Kong is back
(Word?)
I heard it on the radio early
(Shit, you turn it up)
He's the king of the cobras, a pavement hound
He plays upon a waitress at the Space Lodge Lounge
In walks 'no shoes no service' as the plates hit
(Hello, what have we here? )
(A young lady)
(To what do I owe this pleasant surprise my pretty one?)
(How may I be of service this dark and wintry
out of service
Because we're powerless our hour is at hand
It's you and me
You know what we gotta do?
Illuminate the community
When the sparks
to hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface
The surface is just in service of holding the form, cursed
The shape
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