Have I ever served you drinks

You look familiar

I am grateful for your tips

Thanks a million

I'm walking down Bowery

To my twelve-step recovery

From being an artist

Anonymously lost

Culture's downgraded to food

Artists to waiters

Everything that I thought I understood

Won't matter today so

I'm walking down Bowery

To my twelve-step recovery

From being an artist

Anonymously lost

This is the waiter generation's proclamation

Of us hanging up our aprons

For occupation asphyxiation

We're anonymously lost

I'm walking down Bowery

To my twelve-step recovery

From being an artist

Anonymously lost