| Every morning we get landed
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| With stout women with monster faces
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| Put on our boots and grab our billy-cans
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| Wa walk to the hill with the fellas
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| Shovels and pics on our shoulders
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| Pitful suits and smutty jokes
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| Down a deep hole that makes us sick
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| And every night we’re back washed out
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| Am I not blessed I don’t have to rise
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| When it’s raining I can stay home a while
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| I will not share a meal with your colleagues
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| Won’t date the girl in charge of human ressources
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| Part time work, part time leisure, and all will end in a videogame
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| Oh no no no please allow me to puke
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| I’d sure vote to reduce the working time
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| Oh no no no please tell me where I puked
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| Roll on roll on roll on put your brains on strike
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| Part time work, part time leisure, and all will end in a videogame
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| Oh no no no the worst of my fears
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| Winos arguing rough at the canteen
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| Oh no no no beyond all strategies
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| The retired said goodbye to corporate parties
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| It’s such a shame to be an activist |