work, work, work

It’s a job I say,
I say, I say it
Over and over

The shift has come
The shift has gone
Once again
I say, I say it
Over and over

The computer screen
Riddles my eyes
I just, I just don’t think
It’s enough, anymore

Jims gone off
To be a business man
Jane’s strutting by
With the master-plan
But I hand over Vin Diesel
In the Worlds saddest man

Jug jug to dirty ears
Who would dare to care
Poor poor me
Nothings fair

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