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Try so hard to the point where I wanna quit

I want to so bad, my friends say that i'm desperate

I only want better, take what I can get

People getting in my way, i'm sick of all this shit

Tempted some days, to start taken' hits

Just lose my temper and start throwin' a fit

Frustrating day at Crappy Tire

Trying to fix an aisle full of wire

Stuff Fallin' on my head from up higher

Good thing it was me and not a buyer

I need a hard hat or I might expire

Out of the fire

Into The deep fryer

People causing me distress

All I wanna do is clean up this mess

You couldn't ask for nothing less

This job is a stress

Not something I love or carese

Something for nothing and everything legal

i pack a punch harder then William Regal

I listen to songs sung by A Flock Of Seagulls

Then put on a record, put out by The Eagles

Short staffed, skeleton crew

You don't know what I be goin' through

But glad it's me and not you

Get together, start a cue

Sick of this, like a permenant PMS

All I want is all the best

I'll settle for nothing less

My life is in such a mess

It's not the greatest, but I must confess

It's better then waering a dress

We need to start a revoulution

Get some respect in this pollution