[Seth Sentry:]
And you don't know how I feel
To dream a dream of a lifetime
And it becomes real
Uh, it becomes real, yeah
Ayy

Ten years doing somethin' I hate
What a waste, what a fuckin' mistake
Too long I've been stuck in this place, rusting away for what?
Believe it or not, I'm leaving my job this evening
No reasoning could leave me to budge
Soon as I clean this coffee machine then I mean it, I'm off
I'll be meeting the boss, pullin' up a seat in his office
And confessing there's something that we need to discuss
I'll be like "no amount of money's even enough
I can't be a waiter no more man, it's eating me up
And I apologise dearly if it's seemin' abrupt
You're getting dumped and bein' on the receivin' end sucks
Look, I'd love to give you two weeks to a month
But two minutes more of this and I'll completely erupt
So I'll just leave now, cheers my hospitality sucks
And by the way, I always thought you were an arrogant cunt"

And then, and then I'm gonna like
Walk outta there like and just start
Start high fiving everybody
In like slow-motion man
It's gonna be so fuckin' sweet
Oh mate
The things I'm gonna do once I quit this fucking job
Man, man

Hey man, I can't take it anymore (why?)
I'm sick of spendin' forty hours workin' in a restaurant but I'm forever poor
I'm sick of readin' bad spelling on the specials board
And people tellin' me their screw top red was corked
I'm sick of bartenders flarin' every drink they make
Dinner plates so hot I need my fuckin' skin replaced
I'm sick of when they say "savings more like spendings, ayy"
When they pay then they try to split the bill a million ways
I'm sick of getting sprayed and drenched when I change a keg
I'm sick of management behavin' like they're David Brent
I'm sick of David Gray gettin' played daily
At every single cafe I've ever waitered at baby, ye yo
Shitty staff meals, large bills, no tips
Bar's always busiest the minute that it's last drinks
Dinner rush, customers complaining like I give a fuck
Decaf skinny weak mocha lattes in a mug
What?

I mean
I really thought I was, I was gonna do something man
I thought I was gonna be something
When I was a kid, I was like asked what I'm gonna be
And I said an architect
An now, now I'm just doing this shit
And it's not what an architect does, that's, that's for fuckin' sure
Ayy

I never thought I'd be doing something this boring
This pointless and unimportant, it's not how I was brought up
It's like I just got caught up in all this, honest to God
It's the oddest thing when a job can just transform from supportin'
And fundin' your life to becomin' your life
And all of a sudden it's like awesome I'm twenty-five and I'm poor as
Uh, it's b-b-bulldust I'm tired of taking orders
It's the sort of stuff you do as a Uni student for four years
It's been ten or more, just the thought of it makes me nauseous
It's awful I'm so exhausted, I surely am lookin' forward to
Squashin' my uniform in a ball and toss it all in a bottle bin
As I'm walking out tall into unemployment
Like so long, so long
To the job and all the customers too
That's right, don't you think that I forgot about you
All the stories I could tell of things I've done to your food
Ha!

Hey Terry, can I borrow your docket pad?
Dear morons
I have done what you could not. Not saying I'm better than you but obviously I am as I have quit
I am the one who took a booking for thirty-five people and put it on the wrong day... on purpose
I am the one who put Parmesan in the chef's apron pockets
So when they washed their clothes everything smelled like Parmesan
I dislike most of you; and those of you I do like
I don't like enough to ever want to see you again
You may consider us friends, but your surname in my phone
Will always be saved as the name of this restaurant
Thanks for your hospitality
Disrespectfully yours, Seth
PS: Get fucked, everyone

[Seth Sentry