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Denny's

The King's Busketeers
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It's a quarter to three and my bandmates and me Are parked just outside of a Denny's The price of a meal we can just barely feel As we scrape out our pockets for pennies My memory is blurred and I can't speak a word Andy and Sam look forgiving I must have passed out from the way they both shout: "Welcome back to the land of the living!" In fits and in starts I remember some parts Of the trip, the concert, the party We sold the hall out so I had little doubt That our revels were many and hearty A couple encores, then some whiskey of course Then we ventured out in the gloaming Sprawled out in the back, I just couldn't keep track Of where through the night we were roaming Oh, how the fuck did I end up at Denny's? Oh, how the fuck did I end up at Denny's? I dreamed that I saw a Lovecraftian claw Float past us just outside the window I let out a yell when I heard the thing growl Saying, "Boys, it's been good to know ya!" The sight of a mall made my flesh start to crawl I swore I could see the thing breathing Then its eyes opened wide and in horror I cried "On human souls, it is feeding!" Trees rake the sky where the dry leaves fly Through the New England woodland and stubble And Wyrd Sisters three I imagined must be Out a-brewing up toil and trouble The Wild Hunt rides across cloud strewn skies The Ancestors wake from their slumber While faeries and things are out dancing in rings As through the great woodland we rumble Oh, how the fuck did I end up at Denny's? Oh, how the fuck did I end up at Denny's? I recalled in a flash where I'd stowed all the cash That the venue had paid us for playing We took equal shares and then banished our cares With the food for which we had been praying The coffee was hot and the bacon was crisp The flapjacks so warm and so tender The waitress just smiles; she's seen all this before Saying "See you out on your next bender!" To all entertainers of every kind Whose vagabond souls yearn for travel Get turnt or get tight when you're in for the night Or your sanity just might unravel Find a friend if you can, a motel if you must Or camp out like hippies and rennies Then you won't have to cry with the other lost souls "How the fuck did I end up at Denny's?!" Oh, how the fuck did I end up at Denny's? Oh, how the fuck did I end up at Denny's? Oh, how the fuck did I end up at Denny's? Oh, how the fuck did I end up at Denny's?