waking so damn early well * this jobs become a living hell * more letters

than the eye can see * I feel this pressure inside of me * got my bullets

got my gun I got my riffle * 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 I'm better off dead