Silhouettes of Silo - I.H.M.D Lyrics

I hate working Mother's Day
It's the only time I wish I didn't work at this god forsaken place
The dining room keeps filling up
Oh god, I swear I've had enough
Bodies on top of bodies
Serving platters, on top of platters
It's like I can never catch a break
When my sanity feels like it's at stake

Brace yourself for the worst time of the year
When the invasion of the geriatric people is imminent
You'll get lost at the amount of their business
It's to the point where I don't know where we are

(We're at Pesto's)

I really hate working Mother's Day
I really hate working Mother's Day