Future Of The Left - Beneath The Waves An Ocean lyrics

Three men walk into a café Take a corner booth - and wait for context Excuse me madam, this service is a joke I came in here for anecdotes and left with Friends I'll never sing for You're not just a punchline now You're more than the end of something Don't get found out No fish - mother can't do seafood Drop omega three - in her brandy Waiter waiter, there's movement in my soup I swear I saw the chicken making eyes across The table at me You're not just a punchline now You're more than the end of something Don't get found out No way, you'll never find peace You'll never find peace with the name they gave you No way, you'll never find peace You'll never find peace with the name you've got No way, you'll never find peace You'll never find peace with the name they gave you No way, you'll never find peace You'll never find peace with the name you've got