Placemat Blues

Get up from the table and just walk away
 There's nothing for me anyway
 No reason that I should stay
 Where's the place at the table for folks like me?
 There's not one that I can see
 Not one I can see
 Used to be nothing sweeter than the signals it could send
 The musical hand it could lend
 Could be a lonely man's best friend
 Where's the place at the table for folks like them?
 Do you not want what they can spend?
 Where's your place for them?
 Now don't tell me that you don't see these things all sideways
 I wish that you might one day see things my way
 I know what you say, you say you serve the youth
 You serve them Bizkits and Korn with a spoon
 But I think you just serve you
 Where's the place at the table for folks like us
 When there's no one that we can trust?
 Where's the place for us?
 Now don't tell me that you don't see these things all sideways
 I hope that you might one day see these things my way
 That's my rant, I bet it don't make a dent
 I waste all these little laments
 And wait for accidents
 So go on buy it all, buy it all and sell it off
 The towers, the meters, the speakers, the knobs
 Send it back to God
 Just don't tell me that you don't see these things all sideways
 And don't tell me that I might one day see things your way
 We should kick your ass from here to Friday
 Then maybe you might one day see these things my way