waking so damn early well * this jobs become a living hell * more letters
than the eye can see * I feel this pressure inside of me * got my bullets
got my gun I got my riffle * supervisor stares me down * but he'll be begging
when I come around * all the coworkers that I hate * they're gonna suffer
the same damned fate * everyone thinks that I'm the quiet guy * boy are
they in for a big surprise * and if we all go down in a hail of lead *
well, this job sucks I'm better off dead
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