Tekstovi: Ike Reilly. Edge Of The Universe Café.

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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 bathes



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 sinks

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 palor

cuts her absenth 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

To 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 bathes



Take the hands that come to feed her

Take the tongues that aim to please her

Take the choir in her flesh that sinks

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 cafe?