Placemat Blues

Get up from the table and just walk away

There's nothing for me anyway

No reason that I should stay

Where's the place at the table for folks like me?

There's not one that I can see

Not one I can see

Used to be nothing sweeter than the signals it could send

The musical hand it could lend

Could be a lonely man's best friend

Where's the place at the table for folks like them?

Do you not want what they can spend?

Where's your place for them?

Now don't tell me that you don't see these things all sideways

I wish that you might one day see things my way

I know what you say, you say you serve the youth

You serve them Bizkits and Korn with a spoon

But I think you just serve you

Where's the place at the table for folks like us

When there's no one that we can trust?

Where's the place for us?

Now don't tell me that you don't see these things all sideways

I hope that you might one day see these things my way

That's my rant, I bet it don't make a dent

I waste all these little laments

And wait for accidents

So go on buy it all, buy it all and sell it off

The towers, the meters, the speakers, the knobs

Send it back to God

Just don't tell me that you don't see these things all sideways

And don't tell me that I might one day see things your way

We should kick your ass from here to Friday

Then maybe you might one day see these things my way