Hitting on the Waiter lyrics

I'm sore and sick of having hope
Pushing the envelope
With empty threats and false teeth
My drink's been poured by a cannibal
And my corpse ain't even cold
And you want to take it away from me

I know you'll take the blue ribbon
I shot myself with the starting gun

You're more cop than speeder
Hitting on the waiter
Eating off the plate of the enemy
But I'd rather just forget about the j*rking in my sleep
And the hollow legs under me

I know you'll take the blue ribbon
I've shot myself with the starting gun

But I've got second thoughts again
Second thoughts again
Second thoughts again
Or am I second guessing
Or just in second place?

No
No
I've got a one year old hangover
Feels like I never will recover
But I can keep a poker face
For the rest of the chase