waking so damn early well this jobs become a living hell more letters than the eye can see i fell this pressure inside of me got my bullets got my gun i got my rifle supervisor stares me down but he'll be begging when i come around all the coworkers that i hate they're gonna suffer the same damned fate everyone thinks that i'm the quiet guy boy are they in for a big surprise and if we all go down in a hail of lead well, this job sucks we're better off dead