An Appetite Songtext
von Sweeping Promises

Fine white tablecloths and knives
Unblemished and untouched
An errant paper cup
Sitting on the countertop

Hey, put that away
Polish this glass, take another
Five more, another
What am I paying you for?


They arrive, choosing everything in sight
Congregate like flies
They′re conversant with the wines
Repeat their tired lines

Oh, nothing inspires quite like a good meal
It's so appealing, so appealing
So appealing, so appealing
So appealing, so appealing
So appealing...

Dim the lights
The lights
The life has gone out from their eyes
But they still have their appetites


Hey, put that away
Polish this glass, take another
Five, ten, another