About this song
From champagne towers for the chosen few to a burned-out oil drum for the hungry many, Rocco's kitchen has seen it all. In the art-deco ruins of New Capenna, the former chef to the elite now serves hope in a bowl. Pull up a chair; the table survived.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] I ran the kitchen at the Vantoleone Champagne towers for the chosen few Velvet rope and a golden menu If your name wasn't known, I wasn't knowing you I poured the glow for the pretty people Kept the songbirds singing sweet and slow High above the city on a silver evening I never once looked at the streets below [Chorus] So pull up a chair, friend, everybody eats tonight Whatever's top of the pile, we're gonna make it right One more bowl on the fire, one more face in the light They took the sky, but the table survived Everybody eats tonight [Verse 2] Then we dropped the sky to kill an angel Watched a paradise of marble fall The gilded rooms are dust in the Mezzio And the velvet rope means nothing at all Now my stove is a burned-out oil drum My dining room's a broken street But hunger never asks about your bloodline And every stranger's somebody to feed [Chorus] So pull up a chair, friend, everybody eats tonight Whatever's top of the pile, we're gonna make it right One more bowl on the fire, one more face in the light They took the sky, but the table survived Everybody eats tonight [Bridge] "The usual, songbird?" I still say it To the smoke where the stage used to be The perfume's gone, it's ash and burnt oil But the spice on the wind still follows me A drop of shine in the bottom of the ladle Stirred it slow so the glow goes round They broke every tower in this city But bread only breaks the way we hand it down [Verse 3] Feed a stranger, watch them stand up taller Every mouthful makes us more than we were Set the pot where the whole block smells it Let the ones who owned the sky come learn to serve This is how a city rises Not on marble, not on gold On a folding chair and a second helping And nobody's supper going cold [Final Chorus] So pull up a chair, friend, everybody eats tonight Whatever's top of the pile, we're gonna make it right One more bowl on the fire, one more face in the light They took the sky, but the table survived Everybody eats tonight [Outro] When the last light dies in the Caldaia Follow the smell of supper home
