Satan Would Sit In The Smoking Section But He Doesnt Like The Creepy Waiter by The Sawtooth Grin Lyrics

The fragrance of spent ashtrays emanates, and
The butch waitress is the only woman in my life right now

Hey, flow, no need for a menu
I know what's coming to me
I know what's coming

And these scrambled eggs are runny
Just like my fucking nose

Where's my free refill?
Bottomless cup of salvation
For my life in a vinyl booth