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 lives are 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
 'Cos 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 lives are 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
 'Cos 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
 'Cos 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 lives are calling
 It makes me itch
 (Yeah)
 Fuck Monday morning
 Real life is boring
 It makes me itch
 It makes me sick