Bite the Apple
A bottle of white, a bottle of red. Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead. The restaurant is a perfect place to pursue romantic interests and reminisce about long lost loves.
Note from the Management
I said, how did I get here?
What song did I sing, yeah?
And just what have I done
To deserve such a thing?
You said, I heard all that before
So won't you give it up, baby
And stop using me, boy
I've heard all that before
So bring me an apple, I'm crying
I've been persecuted like a dying man
The spirit provides me
In a show, no mean martyr days, yeah
The spirit it gives
But it also can take away
You say, I heard all that before
So won't you give it up, baby
And stop using me, boy
I've heard all that before
Take a trip on the other side of hell
So come bite the apple, I'm run down
Like Sodom to Gomorrah, all dead now
All dead now
All dead now
So please stop to laugh and pity me
My soul means well, but I'm sorry
My skin, it is weathered
And I'm nervous, yes, I am
My future was in my hands
'Till I washed it all away
I washed it all away
Song: Mother Love Bone - Come Bite the Apple