Nonessential

by The Falcons of Fine Dining

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1.
Some might think it’s sick, but it get’s me in the mood. To be alone with you, surrounded by food. Cuz you’re the first thing on my mind after I clock in. Don’t tease me anymore. Let’s make it HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT. And once we get inside, there will be no turning back. We close the door, against the cooling rack. If I follow you too close. People will start talkin’. I can’t fight this anymore. Let’s make it HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT. (solo) Is it the fear of getting caught, or the rush of being bold? Or I just like to do it with you, in places that are cold. Well let’s not over think it. You know I’m no Stephen Hawking. Don’t tease me anymore. Let’s make it HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT. Let’s make it HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT in the walk-in. HOT HOT HOT.
2.
D.M.O. 02:35
You got all dressed up, out on a fancy date. Remember what your mother said ‘clean your fucking plate.’ Did you think when they took your bowl they threw it away? No, they put it in a pile and they entrapped me all day. In the back, in the dark, in a dank, dirty pit. Scrubbing all night, elbow deep in your leftover shit. I’m a liar, I’m a cheater, I’m a user, I’m a traitor. I’m a bad motherfucker, Dish machine operator. Purified by chemicals, hot water burns it clean. All I do is rack it up and send it into the machine. It gets all the credit, I do all the work. They say if I don’t want to they’ll just find some other jerk. So I keep packing it in, another pot another knife. I wonder if I climbed through myself it could clean up my life. I’m a liar, I’m a cheater, I’m a user, I’m a traitor. Bad motherfucker, Dish machine operator. Now I’ve cleaned every plate, every fork every bowl. But no amount of soap, can clean my filthy soul They hide me in the back, the one you don’t see. But every single dish you touch, has been fondled by me. My entire life has been soaking in sin. You don’t want to know just where these hands have been. I’m a liar, I’m a cheater, I’m a user, I’m a traitor. Bad motherfucker, Dish machine operator. I’m a liar, I’m a cheater, I’m a user, I’m a traitor. Bad motherfucker, Dish machine operator.
3.
The openers didn’t lift a finger. All they do is talk. Ive been phased for an hour now. I want off the fucking clock. Salt and peppers are all half empty. But to me they look half full. If they give me just one more task. I think I’ll sacrifice my soul. Sidework Suicide. Now the reach-in racks are dirty. And my feet are starting to drag. I don’t want to hoakie the floors. Or take out this linen bag. The manager has left the building. What are these chores about. Now they’re asking me to run some food. But I’d rather blow my fucking brains out. Sidework Suicide. And I polish this, and I polish that. And I take out this, and I take care of that. And I’m looking at you. And you’re looking at me. Only death can set me free. Now we are all out of napkins. And they’re not gunna fold themselves. Clean a window. Climb a latter. Get the dust of that high shelf. Am I a server or a janitor. What do I look to be? I didn’t sign up for this shit. And only death will set me free. Sidework Suicide. And I polish this, and I polish that. And I take out this, and I take care of that. And I’m looking at you. And you’re looking at me. Only death can set me free.
4.
Get Out 01:58
Is it rude? To let you know. That you’ve been here too fucking long. Most think it is. But they’re wrong. So I took the time to write this song. I’m going to scream I’m going to shout It’s time for you to get the fuck out. I’d like to think. You’re oblivious. That you don’t even know it’s late. The lights are up now. Your waters empty. If you could pay and go that’d be just great. I’m going to scream I’m going to shout It’s time for you to get the fuck out. You got the check. I gave my thanks. Now leave a tip and take your wife. Is this a joke? I’m going to lose it. The longest hour of my life. I’m going to scream I’m going to shout It’s time you get the fuck out.

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released May 10, 2020

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The Falcons of Fine Dining Seattle, Washington

There are 15 million people employed in the restaurant industry in the US. For years they have provided service but have gone unserved by the music industry. Well, America…YOU JUST GOT SERVED! The world’s first restaurant-themed rock band The Falcons of Fine Dining are putting an end to this injustice by producing sonic hits for everyone who has ever worked at, eaten at, or seen a restaurant. ... more

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