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Every morning we get landed |
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With stout women with monster faces |
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Put on our boots and grab our billy-cans |
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Wa walk to the hill with the fellas |
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Shovels and pics on our shoulders |
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Pitful suits and smutty jokes |
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Down a deep hole that makes us sick |
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And every night we're back washed out |
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Am I not blessed I don't have to rise |
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When it's raining I can stay home a while |
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I will not share a meal with your colleagues |
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Won't date the girl in charge of human ressources |
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Part time work, part time leisure, and all will end in a videogame |
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Oh no no no please allow me to puke |
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I'd sure vote to reduce the working time |
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Oh no no no please tell me where I puked |
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Roll on roll on roll on put your brains on strike |
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Part time work, part time leisure, and all will end in a videogame |
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Oh no no no the worst of my fears |
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Winos arguing rough at the canteen |
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Oh no no no beyond all strategies |
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The retired said goddbye toutou corporate parties |
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It's such a shame to be an activist |
