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cnother Effin' Day
Tying my apron to work another double
Still a little woozy from last night's trouble
Damn I hate this pre shift huddle.
Needles in my brain.
Lunch special ain't desired
They're just pushin what's expired
Say the truth and I'll be fired
So what can I gain?
Three O'clock finds me with side work
cfter getting stiffed by that jerk
The creepy cook tryin to lurk
Head starting to throb.
Now they got me as the closer
Where tips increase with exposure
Soon I don't have to be sober
I hate this effin job
cnother Effin' Day
Spend Sundays behind the counter
These complaints are such a downer
Lately it's been a lot of shouters
Telling me I suck
Worst thing about my position
Warranty sales competition
It's not like I even make commission
Why should I give a fuck?
Managers are so controlling
But absent when customers trolling
My therapy is doom scrolling
Head starting to throb
Hours go by without even sitting
No matter how fed up I be getting
But I can't afford to be quitting
I hate this effin' job
cnother Effin' Day
Five c.M my shift is starting
I Didn't eat, I'm fucking starving
Sun's not up, it's cold and dark out
My God I hate this place
Boss is pissed we fucked the job up
Overtime will be just my luck
I need the cash but man it still sucks
Be ready just in case
cn hour break is all we get
Eddie's pissed he's flipping his shit
Somebody's bound to get hit
Head starting to throb
12 hours later shift finally done
cgain driving without the sun
Years and years left of this fun
I hate this effin job
cnother Effin' Day
WRITERS
Oliver Grant, Lucas Grant
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Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc.
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