Danielson Famile - Farmers Serve the Waiters lyrics

I will empty all my accounts to become a waiter On hand and foot and tend to invisible hammers Guitars and pens everything returns with purpose again I can't be on vacation all of the time so I take A plough and platter and march through hell-holes Chuckling storms Magician jars hit and run hot stuff Just for the fun Just wait... We grow head to toe as we wait upon you