Never wanted more   From my local store   A chance to be by myself   Be on the right side of the shelf   But for every drink I serve   Sure wish I had callous nerve   Cause for every sandwich I know   There's a sack of shit to be dosed   Wash my hands in shame   4000 times a day   And 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   4000 times a day   For while I service your greed   I'm just dying to be clean