LYRICS

BM:  Name’s Justin.  Need a table for ten.

CV:   That’s five or ten minutes, your piano tattoo’s cool man

BM:  I forget that it covers almost half of my face

         The absurd part is I am not a real pianist, I was 

Both:  Held down and tattooed against my will

BM:  I am not a real piano player.

CV:   That’s like a dream I had as a little girl

BM:   She was

CV:  Shot by tiny nazis darting around my shelf

        By the time I awoke, my skin was all ablaze

        The burns on my back were coordinates of missing persons

        I was

Both:  Held down and tattooed against my will

CV:  And I know that some are missing still.

CV:   Better listen real close, the past is nearly present again.

Both: Held down and tattooed…

BM:   Heard at least five needles.  The pain felt like eternity.

BM:  Heard at least five needles. 

         Couldn't read what they were singing to me.

CV:   The past is in the present now.

BM:   We only exist...

CV:   ...as interactions.

CV 2010:   Justin, party of TEN. 

                   Are you ready to be seated now?

CV 2010:  Oh there’s only FOUR of you?

CV 2010:  No, we cannot seat you

BM:    UNTIL

CV 2010:  Half of your party arrives

BM:  I heard at least five needed.

CV:   And I know that some are missing still.

CV 2010:  Gotta wait for half of your party, shawty.

                  Sorry!