Manners Songtext
von Bad Waitress

Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good

Sittin′ at the table playing with my stack of peas
Waitin' for the plastic forks to melt beneath the cupboard
Little brother, pass the butter
Don′t play with your meat
You're a little glutton made of mutton
Playin' with your seeds

We paint a perfect picture for the whole wild world to see
A little Tropicana with a perfect summer breeze
Oh, rigmarole, my darling, she′s a piece of poetry
I want her to be mine, forever she will be


Let ′em roll, let 'em bleed
Let ′em run to the sea
Let 'em burn into the fire
Let it feed the world′s desire

Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good

I want you to relieve me of the things I cannot be
You want a little dog to commit your entropy
Oh, rigmarole, my darling, she's a piece of poetry
I want her to be my sculpture, forever mine to be

Let ′em roll, let 'em bleed
Let 'em run to the sea
Let ′em burn into the fire
Let it feed the world′s desire

Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good
Sit up straight, good