Brooklyn Steakhouse (Bumblefoot)

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 share 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