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Bumblefoot - Brooklyn Steakhouse lyrics

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<b>Brooklyn Steakhouse</b> by <i>Bumblefoot</i><br />My reservation was for 9

All heads look down

There was no clock around

I tried but couldn't make it on time

Couldn't find a lie

Watches stopped, broken clocks

My, my hands are tied

And I can't hold the lie

And I know I can never eat here again

Hey, Peter Luger, let me in

It's all my fault

Father Time - I have sinned

I missed my plate of splatterfat ribs

No one forgives

Traffic costs dirty bibs

My, my hands were tied

And I had crossed the line

And I know I can never eat here again

(I don't know what to do, nobody care 'bout no fair

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Yeah, I'm comin' up on a meat beat down

Service with a frown - cause I was late I get a cold

Plate

You punish me - that's not how it was supposed to be)

(I screw you and I screw me too - it's not what I meant

To do

But my actions didn't live up to my intentions or my

Expectations

The reservation was for 4 but they just wanna show me

The door

And get me outta there)

My, my hands are tied

And I can't hold the lie

And I know I can never eat here again

And I'll starve till I die

(I should have went to Vegas diner 'round the corner

Where the price is good, the food is worse, and it's in

Bensonhurst)

My, my hands were tied

(You murdered my night - the food was not right

The bill was bigger than my wallet, and bigger than my

Appetite)

And I had crossed the line

(Another time another night I could have been better

Satisfied

I tried, it's gonna be the last time)

And I know I can never eat here again

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