I'm not invited to sit so i stand and i wait for a cup of coke
but then i'm brought a small warm cup of milk that you got 4 weeks ago from a fucking vending machine.
and i just want to leave and go home
and you, you haven't even tried
so why are things so wrong
you've said nothing in reply to any of my cries
and my stomache's cramping up
and it's so hot in here i've been wondering why you've never got air conditioning
and there's no tv to watch in this boring house
and i can't take it anymore so i'll leave to go home.
and you call this hospitality, i call it shit
please show me the dooooor
