Mary Karr - Easter at Al Qaeda Bodega lyrics

At the gold speckled counter, my pal in white apron - index finger tapping his Arabic paper, where the body count dwarfs the on in my Times - announces, You're k**ing my people. But in Hell's Kitchen, even the Antichrist ought to have coffee - one cream and two sugars. Blessings upon you, he says, and means it.