LONG DAYS, JUST A TWENTY CENTS AN HOUR RAISE
DATA ENTRY, WHILE I'M STARING AT THE WALLS
I SAY, THERE REALLY IS NO OTHER WAY
TO MAKE A MILLION BUCKS AT ALL
I'LL PAWN MY STEREO, THEN DRIVE TO SOUTHERN MEXICO
AND SELL MY KIDNEY FOR A LOUSY GRAND
LIKE A LOBOTOMY, I'LL EVEN TRY THE LOTTERY
BUT NOTHING SEEMS TO GO THE WAY I PLANNED
SO LET'S GO
ON VACATION TO A PLACE THAT'S FAR AWAY
LET'S GO
MY JOB IS SLOWLY DRIVING ME INSANE

NOW SOME DAZE, I JUST SIT HERE THINKING WHAT A WASTE
AND I'VE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS BEFORE
NO SPACE, AND IT'S ONLY FEEDING MY DISGRACE
I DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE
ONCE THERE WAS A TIME, WHEN I WAS TOO NAÏVE TO MIND
CAUSE I WOULD LISTEN TO MY BOSS AND PLAY ALONG
BUT TOP RAMAN, MAC & CHEESE, IS NOT ENOUGH TO CARRY ME
I NEED TO FIND ANOTHER SECOND JOB
I HEAR THE VOICES, CAN IT BE
A PSYCHO ANALYSTIC DREAM
THIS SITUATIONS SO BIZZARE
I HAVE NO CLUE ON WHO YOU ARE
I NEED RELEASE FROM ALL MY PAIN
IT'S SO MUCH FUN TO BE INSANE
I NEED TO TAKE IT OUT ON YOU
WHEN THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO, TO FINALLY EASE MY MIND


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