The Quiet Riot

[Chorus]
Wipe the counter twice, yeah
Pour it over ice, yeah
You can own the room, but you don't own the quiet
I keep my silence, that's a riot

[Verse 1]
He wants the top shelf, seen the watch he’s rockin' daily
The St. Charles line just rattled all the gin in the well, it's crazy
I feel the floor get sticky from a spill at 8:15 and I ain't get to it
He'll ask about the game like we relate, I'll play right into it
This whole exchange is pre-written, a play with bad admission
A bitter taste addition to this sweet vermouth ambition
He just sees a pair of hands, a ghost behind the cocktail shaker
Another Tuesday on the clock before I meet my maker.

[Chorus]
Wipe the counter twice, yeah
Pour it over ice, yeah
You can own the room, but you don't own the quiet
I keep my silence, that's a riot

[Verse 2]
The condensation drawing maps of states I'll never visit
On the side of his glass, I see my face but who is it
Reflecting back? Some twenty-something stuck here in the weeds
Planting seeds of resentment while I'm polishing the deeds
To buildings that I'll never enter 'less I'm scrubbing floors, man
He says, "My usual, son," don't even use the name on my apron
I think about the recipe for anger: let it simmer low
Keep the lid on tight, it's just the pressure from the city glow.

[Outro]
Wipe the counter twice, yeah (Yeah)
Pour it over ice, yeah (Uh huh)
You can own the room, but you don't own the quiet (Don't own it)
I keep my silence, that's a riot (That's a riot... shhh...)