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Day Job

Dance Hall Crashers
(album: Lockjaw)

Four days left in the week
And already I looked ahead
I´m tired, so anxious
Dazed, confused, and seeing red
Sometimes the day seem so long
I wish my boss hadn´t taken my bong
Sometimes the days seem long.. so long

I stare at the clock
It doesn´t move, no not all
The work day is so long
Like a night of insomnia

Sometimes the day seem so long
I wish my boss hadn´t taken my bong
Sometimes the days seem long.. so long

So I shut my eyes and fantasize
about anything that ´ll come to mind
To more perverse the better
I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the
really horrendous things I could be doing
I shut my eyes and fantasize -
there better be more than this
is this a really bad joke
I could be out right now doing all the really
horrendous things I´ve been imagining
It couldn´t possibly be so boring

Friday, only one more day
To endure this tendiousness
The clock won´t move at all
So I wat and I wait

Sometimes the days seem so long
I wish my boss hadn´t taken my bong
Sometimes the days seem long.. so long

So I shut my eyes and fantasize about
anything that ´ll come to mind
The more perverse the better
I shut my eyes and fantasize
about all the horrendous things I could be doing
It couldn´t possibly be so boring