The Archives I: The Deadman's Diner

An uninebriated goodevening to you all.
Welcome to the Deadman's Diner,
the drinks are in the sink,
burn 'em if you can.
The world's gone crazey, but then again
so has the cat.
It's alright if you've gone mad because we've been waiting for you here since the sun went down.
Burn yourself out in the candlelight,
it's not so lonely when you're here by yourself.
Pull up a chair, and a hope,
after all, I like knocking both out from beneath the meek and unsuspecting.
Perhaps that's why I'm on the floor.
It's all the same here,
welcome to the deadman's diner.
Dinner's served when you wake up,
If you can't eat it I won't.
It's good to be in a crowd,
when you're really dying.
but don't die alone.
go to the diner,
die with us.
I'll be on the couch,
use the chair.
Don't make a mess,
have a drink,
it's in the sink.
I guess that's what happens when you become stupid.
well i gotta go,
the sun's coming soon,
and I can't forget the promise of doing nothing again.
See you soon,
or not.
Wish you were here,
see you when you're gone.
Don't come back,
when the dawn knocks,
at the deadman's diner.