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