Adventures In Failure

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Damn, I hate this job
 To work in this dump you gotta be a snob
 Everybody gets on my nerves in this place
 I think I'll take the afternoon off from the rat race
 An exciting career
 Don't amount to much but a pain in the rear
 I bust my ass all day for a dollar
 And then I go home and listen to the kids holler
 Devoted spouse waiting in the den
 Wants to hit me upside the head with a rolling pin
 Does that ring a bell?
 A daily routine we all know well
 I'm making more but enjoying it less
 The good life's mainly causin' me stress
 Making a change is difficult but
 I gotta try to get out of this rut
 But fear seems to be holdin' me back
 Courage is the principle trait I lack
 I gotta calm my nerves so I can think
 I pour myself a nice stiff drink
 And another, this is my usual mode
 One for the money and ten for the road
 Ah, now everything is clear
 I got to get the hell out of here
 Yes now my mission is plain
 A Big Mac is calling my name
 I gotta sample some of Ronald's cooking
 So I raid my wifes purse when she's not looking
 Pondering the wonderful thing called marriage
 I accidentally back the car into a baby carriage
 'scuse me ma'am I'd love to stay and chat
 But watch where you're going next time you old bat
 I hit the gas and zoom down the block
 Leave her in the dust yelling for the cops
 Swerve round a corner trying to steer
 I get so excited I almost spill my beer
 A neighborhood dog is yapping at my bumper
 So I slam on the brakes and I hear a big thump
 I jump the curb and land up on a lawn
 Then I finish my beer and turn the radio on
 Some idiot's going on about rehab
 I grab a brew and yank on the pull tab
 Here comes a little old lady with a shot gun
 I put the pedal to the metal and she runs
 Digging on my off-road driving power
 I do a donut in a bed of flowers
 Then I jerk the wheel a little to hard
 The car rolls over and over on out of the yard
 (Causin' much destruction)
 (Act the fool)
 I come to rest in the middle of the street
 A bunch of empty beer cans rattlin' at my feet
 Starin' in the window is a nosy little brat
 I look him in the eyes and say "I meant to do that"
 Then I notice my watch says I'm overdue
 For my big appointment at the local drive through
 I do a number on the accelerator
 And I'm cuttin' in line about thirty seconds later
 "Whattya think this is? Some kinda joke?
 Gimme ten Big Macs and a small diet Coke"
 Pull up to the window with my radio playing
 I grab the bag and leave without paying
 I weave down the road for a block
 Juggling a beer and a a Styrofoam box
 Pull into a parking lot and kill the motor
 Presently I notice a peculiar odor
 A little black smoke is rising from the hood
 Something's gonna happen and it's probably not good
 I open the door, grab my stuff and go
 Just in time to watch the whole thing blow
 The car explodes with a bang and a hiss
 Oh boy, my wife is gonna really like this
 I can't believe this is happenin' to me
 This piece of junk is going back to the factory
 This was a blatant attempt on my life
 Everyone'll fall for that - except my wife
 But wait, a plan begins to emerge
 I suddenly have an overwhelming urge
 To spend the night in the great outdoors
 My suburban lifestyle has become a bore
 I'll build a fire, finish my burgers
 What my wife don't know won't hurt her
 I leave the scene of the unhappy event
 Resolve to make the most of my predicament
 A few yards away I feel better
 I know, I'll write her a letter
 Or better yet, a ransom demand
 "Got your husband, send the money understand?
 Or else we'll send his head home in a jar
 P.S. Sorry 'bout the car"
 Yeah, now that ought to really do the trick
 I'll be gettin' off the hook and she'll be worried sick
 But really, I'm gonna make it up to you honey
 I'll buy you a new car with your own damned money
 I walk a while into the sunset
 A man at peace with the world, you bet
 Nothing can diminish my total enjoyment
 Except when I pass my place of employment
 Damn! I hate this job
 To work in this dump you gotta be a snob
 Everybody gets on my nerves in this place
 I think I'll take the afternoon off
 From the rat race
 (Hard like a criminal)
 

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Duration
05:45
Key
1
Tempo
183 BPM

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