Brooklyn Steakhouse

My reservation was for 9
 All heads look down
 There was no clock around
 I tried but couldn't make it on time
 Couldn't find a lie
 Watches stopped, broken clocks
 My, my hands are tied
 And I can't hold the lie
 And I know I can never eat here again
 Hey, Peter Luger, let me in
 It's all my fault
 Father Time - I have sinned
 I missed my plate of splatterfat ribs
 No one forgives
 Traffic costs dirty bibs
 My, my hands were tied
 And I had crossed the line
 And I know I can never eat here again
 (I don't know what to do, nobody care 'bout no fair share
 Yeah, I'm comin' up on a meat beat down
 Service with a frown - cause I was late I get a cold plate
 You punish me - that's not how it was supposed to be)
 (I screw you and I screw me too - it's not what I meant to do
 But my actions didn't live up to my intentions or my expectations
 The reservation was for 4 but they just wanna show me the door
 And get me outta there)
 My, my hands are tied
 And I can't hold the lie
 And I know I can never eat here again
 And I'll starve till I die
 (I should have went to Vegas diner 'round the corner
 Where the price is good, the food is worse, and it's in Bensonhurst)
 My, my hands were tied
 (You murdered my night - the food was not right
 The bill was bigger than my wallet, and bigger than my appetite)
 And I had crossed the line
 (Another time another night I could have been better satisfied
 I tried, it's gonna be the last time)
 And I know I can never eat here again