Paroles de On the Clock

buzzing blaring through my skull the sun is up but i can't tell sneak the covers down my nose eyes are sore gotta keep 'em closed call in, no i've gotta go its quarter past the buzz was slow on the clock down vacant walks i trudge and stumble can collector catch me mumble this stupid job won't pay it's dues gotta cuff their stuff for gain cause minimum wage isn't much to lose bussing blaring through your skull the turnover rat is high in hell pass the torch back and forth sorry mom, but i quit that job