Get Me Out of Here

I fucking hate getting up for work in the morning
But I do it so I pay the rent and can breathe
Rocking in the evening is the only source of sanity for me
Excitedly

Corporations, fabrications, meditations, inhalations
Police stations, accusations, trials and tribulations
Getting out my guitar always shortens the agony for me
Gleefully

Trying every day to get me out of here
I ain't found way to get me out of here
Someone needs to come and fucking get me out of here
Or I will die of boredom

I fucking love coming home from work in the evening
And I do it so I play the blues and believe
Then I waste my time all again the next day in the morning rain
On the train

Losing days by the second
These could be our best
Taking too long, don't you reckon?
Getting so depressed

Trying every day to get me out of here
I ain't found way to get me out of here
Someone needs to come and fucking get me out of here
Or I will die of boredom
(someone please come and shoot me in the head)
Of boredom (someone please come and shoot me in the head)
Of boredom



Credits
Writer(s): Imran Afsar Khan
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