long days, just a twenty cents an hour raise

data entry, while i'm staring at the walls

i say, there really is no other way

to make a million bucks at all

i'll pawn my stereo, then drive to southern mexico

and sell my kidney for a lousy grand

like a lobotomy, i'll even try the lottery

but nothing seems to go the way i planned

so let's go

on vacation to a place that's far away

let's go

my job is slowly driving me insane



now some daze, i just sit here thinking what a waste

and i've never felt like this before

no space, and it's only feeding my disgrace

i don't think i can take it anymore

once there was a time, when i was too naive to mind

cause i would listen to my boss and play along

but top raman, mac & cheese, is not enough to carry me

i need to find another second job

i hear the voices, can it be

a psycho analystic dream

this situations so bizzare

i have no clue on who you are

i need release from all my pain

it's so much fun to be insane

i need to take it out on you

when there's nothing i can do, to finally ease my mind