Garage Days

They pile to the road
I think that I'll explode
They just don't ever stop
Oh, they'll come till I drop
From 7AM to 7PM
I think I'll go to bed, gotta do it again

My co-workers are cool
But we are all tools
On the toolbelt of a man
With a master plan
To work us to the bone
He won't leave us alone
He bosses everyday
While he sits on his throne

My hands are cut and burned
The cars they always turn
Into the bay, and I wish they would go away
Because they always show up and they ruin my fucking day

They pile to the road, I think that I'll explode
They just don't ever stop, oh they'll come till I drop
From 7AM to 7PM
I think I'll go to bed, gotta do it again
My co-workers are cool, but we are all tools
On the toolbelt of a man, with a master plan
To work us to the bone, he won't leave us alone
He bosses everyday, while he sits on his throne

Oh, I hate my. Oh, I hate my job



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