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