buzzing blaring through my skull

the sun is up but i can't tell

sneak the covers down my nose

eyes are sore gotta keep 'em closed

call in, no i've gotta go

its quarter past the buzz was slow

on the clock

down vacant walks i trudge and stumble

can collector catch me mumble

this stupid job won't pay it's dues

gotta cuff their stuff for gain

cause minimum wage isn't much to lose

bussing blaring through your skull

the turnover rat is high in hell

pass the torch back and forth

sorry mom, but i quit that job