Stupid Day Job

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