
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Work Work Work (Pub Club Sleep) |
Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks |
Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again |
In the back of my head |
I’ll smash your fucking face in |
Ok, that’s it, take a deep breath |
I’ve got to get out of here |
I’ve got to clear my head |
I’ve got to clear my head |
It’s all these words, ideas and different arguments |
Someone’s always talking when I try to make some sense |
From all this stress that is constantly going on |
I just drift along with no focus or meaning |
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling |
I just drift along with no focus or meaning |
I’ve got the same shirt on for two days in a row |
With a soya sauce stain so everyone knows |
Can shower and scrub |
Still smell like the smoking bit in a Wetherspoons pub |
I’ll have my lunch early, get some sugar in my blood |
My clothes still smell of last night |
I’ve got to clear my head |
It’s all these words, ideas and different arguments |
Someone’s always talking when I try to make some sense |
From all this stress that is constantly going on |
I just drift along with no focus or meaning |
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling |
I just drift along with no focus or meaning |
Why do these tourists walk so slow? |
Especially now I’ve got somewhere to go? |
And a posh sounding girl, going on and on |
About her dog and Mr. Morgan |
It sounds so funny when I hear you calling! |
Mum be like 'boy what you doing?' |
Please shut up and try and sound confident |
In a crap job when your minicourse is done |
It’s all these words, ideas and different arguments |
Someone’s always talking when I try to make some sense |
From all this stress that is constantly going on |
I just drift along with no focus or meaning |
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling |
I just drift along with no focus or meaning |
Name | Year |
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Just A Man With A Job | 2020 |
Something Clicked And I Fell Off The Edge | 2003 |