Danielson
Текст песни Farmers Serve The Waiters

I will empty all my accounts to become a waiter
on hand and foot and tend to invisible hammers,
guitars and pens everything returns with purpose again.
I can't be on vacation all of the time so I take
a plough and platter and march through hell-holes
chuckling storms
magician jars hit and run hot stuff,
just for the fun.
just wait...
we grow head to toe as we wait upon you.