Mi6

He postman always shoots twice

Mi6
Long days, just a twenty cents an hour raise
Data entry, while I'm staring at the walls
I say, there really is no other way
To make a million bucks at all
I'll pawn my stereo, then drive to southern mexico
And sell my kidney for a lousy grand
Like a lobotomy, I'll even try the lottery
But nothing seems to go the way i planned
So let's go
On vacation to a place that's far away
Let's go
My job is slowly driving me insane

Now some daze, I just sit here thinking what a waste
And I've never felt like this before
No space, and it's only feeding my disgrace
I don't think I can take it anymore
Once there was a time, when I was too naive to mind
Cause I would listen to my boss and play along
But top raman, mac & cheese, is not enough to carry me
I need to find another second job
I hear the voices, can it be
A psycho analystic dream
This situations so bizzare
I have no clue on who you are
I need release from all my pain
It's so much fun to be insane
I need to take it out on you
When there's nothing I can do, to finally ease my mind

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