Danielson - Farmers Serve The Waiters lyrics

I will empty all my accounts to become a waiter on hand and foot and tend to invisible hammers, guitars and pens everything returns with purpose again. I can't be on vacation all of the time so I take a plough and platter and march through hell-holes chuckling storms magician jars hit and run hot stuff, just for the fun. just wait... we grow head to toe as we wait upon you.