The Comedian (Dishwasher)

All the young people sit outside, bargain cigars and Christmas lights, The comedian doesn't want to die, ordering triples without ice I am not the man I used to be I am not the man I used to be I am not the man I used to be I am not the man I used to be Let the dog drive the car, the apartments not to far from here, Washed too many dishes, customers rowdy and sifting through the Slurred proclamations of boorish banshees on radio stations I couldn't wait for you to tell- One too many jokes, go for a drink or another stoag while the Microphone static screeches and the clamor from the audience ceases slowly- There were spiders in the stove when I finally made it home