Lyrics Thanks For Your Hospitality - Seth Sentry

Thanks For Your Hospitality

Ten years doing something I hate
What a waste, what a fucking 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 pulling 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 seeming abrupt
You’re getting dumped and being on the receiving end sucks
Look, I’d like 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 but hospitality sucks
And by the way, I always thought you were an arrogant cunt'
If you don’t know how I feel
To dream the dream of a lifetime
And it becomes real
Hey man I can’t take it anymore
I’m sick of spending 40 hours working in a restaurant but I’m forever poor
I’m sick of reading bad spelling on the specials board
And people telling me their screw top red was corked
I’m sick of bartenders flaring every drink they make
Dinner plates so hot I need my fucking skin replaced
I’m sick of when they say 'savings more like spendings aye'
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 behaving like they’re David Brent
I’m sick of David Gray getting 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
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
supporting and funding your life
To becoming your life
And all of a sudden it’s like awesome I’m 25 and I’m poor as
It’s bulldust I’m tired of taking orders
It’s the sort of stuff you do as a Uni student for 4 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 looking forward to squashing 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