Song Description
A microcomsic look at the daily life of a waitress.
| Song Length |
4:02 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Rock - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Nonviolent, Content |
Subject |
General |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
She don't remember names only faces
She cant remember what she had for breakfast
she cant remember waking up at all
You know she's living in her own little world
There's something fundamentally wrong with this
concept of work, she says
It's taking up all my free time
How am I supposed to keep a job
And get a college education
While I'm living in my own little world
She carries pizza pans from table to table
Her fat boss stares at her backside
puffing his cigar
White belt and white shoes
Yeah he's living in his own little world
And the bus boy
Who's also the dishwasher
Turns up the volume on his Apple iPod
As he wipes his hands on his metallica T-shirt
Mumbling lyrics of death and destruction
Oh yeah, He's living in his own little world
And so life goes on day by day
As pizza moves from oven to stomach
The universe looks in
Were all living in our own little world
She don't remember names only faces
She cant remember what she had for breakfast
she cant remember waking up at all
You know she's living in her own little world