Lyrics:

One, two, three, four

Never wanted more
From my local store
Chance to be by myself
Be on the right side of the shelf
For every drink I serve
Sure wish I had callous nerve
For every sandwich I know
There's a sack of shit to be dosed

Wash my hands in shame
Four thousand times a day
When I make it on home
There's a smell that always stays
I know the regulars well
From every stale grill I sell
From bainmaries to cold tea
I'm the service that you need

There's a poison in my drink
It's gonna take each good thought I could think
There's a poison I know
Wash my hands in shame
Four thousand times a day
While I service your greed
I'm just dying to be clean