| wake up and shake myself out of bed again
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| shaking the day down in my head and then
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| it’s up and out, rise and shine, on the double
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| no time to slack, attack, and tackle the trouble
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| shake myself out of bed again
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| no time to stop and assess, can’t let it grind to a halt
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| can’t stop and look at the mess and then find out it’s my fault
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| I can’t stop for a single minute
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| I know hell, well, I’m living in it no time to stop at all, I’ve got to jump through the hoops
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| my job, well, it’s a nine to five nightmare
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| I’m serving whiskey, stale wit, and beer
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| come on in, how’ve you been? |
| Have I met ya?
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| what’ll it be now, what can I get ya?
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| my job, well it’s a nightmare
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| and every day from nine to five I’m there
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| no time to stop and assess, can’t let it grind to a halt
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| can’t stop and look at the mess and then find out it’s my fault
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| I can’t stop for a single minute
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| I know hell, well, I’m living in it no time to stop at all, I’ve got to jump through the hoops
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| roll over, sit up and beg
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| well I’d much rather lie down and play dead
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| here comes another hoop
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| holidays have got to be the worst
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| I’ve seen so many I’ve got it well rehearsed
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| joy to the world, hark the hey, let me hear it deck the halls, trim the tree, that’s the spirit
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| holidays are not for me, chop down the tree
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| they’ve got to be the worst
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| I’m old and set in my ways, no stopping now, it’s a shame
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| but in my much younger days I’d stop and I’d take the blame
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| I’m alright if I don’t know and can’t see
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| I’ll live in hell, till the day, that they plant me no time to stop at all, I’ve got to jump through the hoops
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| roll over, sit up and beg
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| well I’d much rather (3x)…lie down and play dead
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| all over so long my friend
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| so long all over the end |