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 baths
I 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 sings
I've come to break you down

And I know
In my heart
I will not see her again

Oh the danger of her alibis
As I followed her back home
The little that she knew of me
She scrawled into a poem
She speaks freely in her parlor
Cuts her absinthe 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
Threaten 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 'til now
Can 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 baths
Take the hands that come to feed her
Take the tongues that aim to please her
Take the choir in her flesh that sings
I will 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