Hitting On The Waiter Lyrics - Heatmiser

I'm so sick of having hope 

Pushing the envelope 

With empty threats and false teeth 

My drink's been poured by a cannibal 

And my corpse ain't even cold 

And you want to take it away from me 

I know you'll take the blue ribbon 

I shop myself with the starting gun 

You're more cop than speeder 

Hitting onthe waiter 

And eating off the plate of the enemy 

But I'd rather just forget about the jerking in my sleep 

And the hollow words under me 

But I've got second thoughts again 

Second thoughts again 

Or am I second guessing 

Or just in second place?