Из альбома: All Scratched Up
waking so damn early well
this jobs become a living hell
more letters than the eye can see
I fell this pressure inside of me
got my bullets got my gun I got my rifle
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 we're better off dead