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Well I wake up in the morning and I crawl outta bed
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and I feel just like the living dead
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its time to start another day and as usual i'm running late
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so my mind starts going a hundred miles an hour
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dont even have time enough to take a shower
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when I get in my car it feels like i'm barely alive
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ten minutes later I arrive
[Chorus]
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At my stupid day job
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stupid day job
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my stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid
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stupid stupid stupid stupid day job
[Verse 2]
G D
Well I drink three cups of coffee for that extra kick
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but I still feel crappy I should have called in sick
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my boss says i'm late for a meeting at ten
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looks like i'll be written up again
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oh well its just another day another dollar
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another nail in the coffin another reason to feel smaller
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sometimes I just wish I could drive off far away
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but my lack of financial security means ill have to stay
[Chorus]
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At my stupid day job
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stupid day job
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my stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid
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stupid stupid stupid stupid day job
[Verse 3]
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Now I think its time everyone with a stupid day job unite against the forces that try to control us
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yes every papercut riddin file clerk every greasy smelling burger flipper
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every short changing cashier it's time to unite
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I'll start a stupid day jobs union
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and we can go on strike outside every retail establishment
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and fast food hell hole in the world fight the power
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and our platform will stand for dignity
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higher wages and no more polyester uniforms
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and I could be the spokesman for the under employed
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i'd be like the Jimmy Hoffa of the janitors
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or the Ghandi of the gas station attendents
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but some people won't agree with my ideas so they'll kill me
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and then I could be a martyr for the stupid day jobs movement
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yeah that'd be pretty cool I think
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now I wrote all that stuff about the stupid day jobs union while I was on my lunch break
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but I couldn't write anymore 'cause I had to get back to work
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so let's just pretend that I ended that part of the story with lyrics that were so inspiring
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that they changed all your lives forever
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are you done pretending ok
[Interlude]
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Now its after lunch and i'm making copies while i'm day dreaming about my vacation
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i see myself lounging on the beach in an exotic location
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suddenly my tie gets caught in the copy machine
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right in the middle of duplication
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and as I lie there chocking to death
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all I can think about is workmans compensation
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but the the office manager comes by cuts my tie saving me from suffocation
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he looks at me like i'm a jerk and says get back to work and I feel so much frustration
[Chorus]
G D
At my stupid day job
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stupid day job
G D
my stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid
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stupid stupid stupid stupid day job
[Verse 4]
G D
Well i'm working for my family and i'm working for God
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im working so people won't say i'm a lazy slob
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im working to put food on the table and
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im working so that I can say I looked up that union label
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im working so that I can buy stuff that I don't need and
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im working because nobody will pay me to watch tv
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now basically I feel so traumatized about my stupid day job
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that i'm going to start trying to start singing like Morrissey now
[Outro]
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Stupid day job stupid day job stupid day job stupid day
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job stupid day job
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Sucks to be a tortured artist
