She saw the Christians in my future She saw the victims from my past She saw the children I've abandoned Still dripping from their baths I've heard the waitress from the coffee shop At the edge of the universe Tricks rich men into being slaves And keeps their fortunes in her purse Take the hands that come to feed her Take the tongues that aim to please her Take the choir in her flesh that sings I've come to break you down And I know In my heart I will not see her again Or the danger Of her alibis As I followed her back home The little of what she knew of me She scrawled into a poem She speaks freely in a parlor cuts her absinthe down with dirt she says someday son you'll meet up with all those you have hurt and I know in my heart I will not see her again As the patrons from the coffee shop Threatens strikes and rogue parades Claiming they have all given more than Anyone should give away Hide in the alleys to do their slaying Kneel in the streets to be seen praying But the waitress you've ignored till now Can see all you have done She saw the Christians in my future She saw the victims from my past She saw the children I've abandoned Still dripping from their baths Take the hands that come to feed her Take the tongues that aim to please her Take the choir in her flesh that sings I will to break you down And I know In my heart There is nothing left to hurt But the waitress at the edge of the universe But the waitress at the edge of the universe But the waitress at the edge of the universe café