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7 ticks ago I was fast asleep
I woke up on the floor 'neath my smokey sheets
And I don't wanna go to work today
The boredom numbs my mind to brain pate
You'll say that it's better than hard work
You're probably right
So I'll search for my pants and I'll go
9:05pm is a quiet scene
With not a thing to watch on 11 screens
I wink into the mirror as I'm declared
The undisputed champ of solitaire
I swear that if vandals broke in
I don't know where I'd begin
I'd probably give them a hug
This is the place that I go
To kill time with Super Mario
To count each flake of falling snow as it dies against my window
I'm not slow, I'm not dumb
It's just sleep deprived delirium
And 4 short days 'til my paycheck comes and I'm outta here
For the weekend
3,942 holes in the ceiling
You're not believing me?
You best be, I counted them twice
This is the place that I go
To kill time with Super Mario
To count each flake of falling snow as it dies against my window
I'm not slow, I'm not dumb
It's just sleep deprived delirium
And 4 short days 'til my paycheck comes and I'm outta here
For the weekend
And even though the sun's just around the block
It's so dark beneath the thumb of the mighty clock
But deep beneath this robot workman's rust
Lies a journal full of songs collecting dust
I must be a dreamer at heart
With the notion to start
But too frightened to follow those dreams
8:05am brings my final rounds and
This gig is not as bad as I make it sound
No coworkers with colds for me to catch
And I've mastered drawing stairs on Etch-A-Sketch
I'll betchya
Tomorrow I'll smile
'Til then good morning, I'm going to bed
This is the place...