Beneath the Waves an Ocean

Three men walk into a café

Take a corner booth - and wait for context

Excuse me madam, this service is a joke

I came in here for anecdotes and left with

Friends I'll never sing for

You're not just a punchline now

You're more than the end of something

Don't get found out

No fish - mother can't do seafood

Drop omega three - in her brandy

Waiter waiter, there's movement in my soup

I swear I saw the chicken making eyes across

The table at me

You're not just a punchline now

You're more than the end of something

Don't get found out

No way, you'll never find peace

You'll never find peace with the name they gave you

No way, you'll never find peace

You'll never find peace with the name you've got

No way, you'll never find peace

You'll never find peace with the name they gave you

No way, you'll never find peace

You'll never find peace with the name you've got