JOBBO

Pray for the day Pray for the day that I die They called me late last night Too bad my brain was fried Come Monday morning Real life's a calling Call one more fucking time and I swear I'll set it off I don't know what I signed up for But I know this isn't it So tell me, baby, what you lying for? 'Cause you're giving me the ick I could go on and on But what the fuck for? The glass shoe doesn't fit It makes me itch It makes me sick (yeah) Go get a job Suit up and wear a tie I'm alright They want me at my best My best is fucking high (yeah-yeah) Come Monday morning Real life's a calling Call one more fucking time and I swear I'll set it off (don't test me) I don't know what I signed up for But I know this isn't it So tell me, baby, what you lying for? 'Cause you're giving me the ick I could go on and on But what the fuck for? The glass shoe doesn't fit It makes me itch It makes me sick (yeah) Fuck a job, fuck a cop Give 'em everything you got Fuck the man, fuck a opp Don't be something that you're not Fuck Monday morning Real life is boring I don't know what I signed up for But I know this isn't it So tell me, baby, what you lying for? 'Cause you're giving me the ick I could go on and on But what the fuck for? The glass shoe doesn't fit It makes me itch It makes me itch (yeah) Come Monday morning Real life's a calling It makes me itch (yeah) Fuck Monday morning Real life is boring It makes me itch It makes me sick