I am a victim of Seven O’Clock

As I fall asleep upon my mattress on the floor
I dream of Seven O’Clock

When the day is going my way

There lays

Seven O’Clock

My existence is based upon the people I feed

And I seem to only feed people

At Seven O’Clock

Fuck Seven O’Clock

When my head is down sweat creating a layer of salt

In the band of my hat

When my fingers cannot feel the pan they are clasping

When my plates are a little too hot

And the servers all panic

Fuck Seven O’Clock

Fuck Seven O’Clock

Right between the zeroes

When the people come to feed

Unannounced but welcomed

When you first realize

It’s only Seven O’Clock