Sweet as cunt so tight it hasn't bled yet.

"Not my brother
not my sister
but me, oh Lord
standing in the need of prayer.

Not my cousin
not my uncle
but me
Oh Lord
standing in the need of prayer.

Not my friends
and not my neighbors
but me, oh Lord
standing in the need of prayer.

Not my father
not my mother
but me
Oh Lord
standing in the need of prayer.

It's me, it's me, it's me, oh Lord
standing in the need of prayer.
(Hallelujah.)
It's me
it's me
it's me
Oh Lord
standing in the need..."

And they wonder why
a child raised with songs like this
develops a co-dependent guilt complex.

But thank God
for His omniscient hand
in the invention of the counter
which has found its way
into every diner worth its coffee.
Even the misanthropic
have not gone forgotten
in the eyes of our Holy Maker
and can read the paper in peace
without the shame of an empty seat
across a greasy table.
That place for any and all
drifters to sit is the last resort
of many; no foul-play involved.

And when the waiters started running
it's only left to ask:
Who was the first to set the new standard?

(The answer's as simple as the song.)

The one who stood in need.