Desk Jockey
Tick tock says the clock
Keyboard types 'til writers block
Words and ink and breath
Smells like coffee, smoke and death
Pretend I ain't seen the answer machine
It's stuck on fifteen missed calls, from you
And you
And you
In need of caffeine
Insomniacs dream
I'll try not to scream at you
Or you
Or you
Or you
Polystyrene cups
Plasters over paper cuts
Buttons up to your throat
All tied up until you choke
Baggy eyes and twitching toes
Endless days and it just shows
Even when it's time to go
Trains on strike and traffics slow
The clock will not stop
The coin will not drop
The cards will not swap for you
Or you
Or you
Or you
The phone will still ring
Your eyes will still sting
These legs will still walk the queue
One two
One two
One two
One two
One two
Tick tock says the clock
Is that the time? I'm in shock
Don't look in my pigeonhole
The whole damn things one rigmarole
Spite is my workers right
And I'm not paid to be polite
My boss is a freak
Avoid him all week
He gives me the creeps
It's true
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
You never switch off
Until you skive off
You need a brand new excuse
Not kids, not car, not flu
Cause it drags out
It's the pits
A five day week leaves you in bits
The clock will not stop
The coin will not drop
The cards will not swap for you
Or you
Or you
Or you
The phone will still ring
Your eyes will still sting
These legs will still walk the queue
One two
One two
One two
What?
One two
One two
One two
Keyboard types 'til writers block
Words and ink and breath
Smells like coffee, smoke and death
Pretend I ain't seen the answer machine
It's stuck on fifteen missed calls, from you
And you
And you
In need of caffeine
Insomniacs dream
I'll try not to scream at you
Or you
Or you
Or you
Polystyrene cups
Plasters over paper cuts
Buttons up to your throat
All tied up until you choke
Baggy eyes and twitching toes
Endless days and it just shows
Even when it's time to go
Trains on strike and traffics slow
The clock will not stop
The coin will not drop
The cards will not swap for you
Or you
Or you
Or you
The phone will still ring
Your eyes will still sting
These legs will still walk the queue
One two
One two
One two
One two
One two
Tick tock says the clock
Is that the time? I'm in shock
Don't look in my pigeonhole
The whole damn things one rigmarole
Spite is my workers right
And I'm not paid to be polite
My boss is a freak
Avoid him all week
He gives me the creeps
It's true
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
You never switch off
Until you skive off
You need a brand new excuse
Not kids, not car, not flu
Cause it drags out
It's the pits
A five day week leaves you in bits
The clock will not stop
The coin will not drop
The cards will not swap for you
Or you
Or you
Or you
The phone will still ring
Your eyes will still sting
These legs will still walk the queue
One two
One two
One two
What?
One two
One two
One two
Credits
Writer(s): Guy Ferris, Matthew Saunders, Oliver Thomas, Oscar Post
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