I didn't want to be a busboy
It only came across that way
I didn't know that it would change me
I didn't know it would enrage me

I used to dream about recording my music
With Odin in a paratemporal rift
But now I dream about bringing him breadsticks
And it's bringing me down (it's bringing me down)
Oh, it's bringing me down

I don't want to go to sleep now
I just got home from work
And sleep is just another job to me
It used to be fun, now it's slavery

I used to dream about the universe imploding
And a hundred thousand faces stuck in time
But now I dream about collecting their salad bowls
And it's bringing me down (it's bringing me down)
Oh, it's bringing me down

Are you happy with your food?
Is there anything I can do
To make it better?
You want butter?

Are you finished with your plates?
I hope everything was great
Should I scrap it?
You want me to wrap it?

I used to dream about ancient civilizations
Fighting interstellar aliens and gods
But now I dream about washing their tables
And it's bringing me down
Oh, it's bringing me down

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