Lyrics:
I don't want no dead end job, I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job, I don't wanna be no number
The queue gets longer everyday, I
learned to win when I was young
So I'm never ever going to lose
They pay me the money and I do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract,
got a job in the city,
Says that she's always too busy.
She's got a naughty tattoo,
In a place that I want to get to,
But my mom still drives me
And funnily enough I feel I'm failing bearing my own weight
But I'll be ok
I am an intimacy coordinator
But I can't, I can't help myself
I am an intimacy
to meet her there,
I can't afford the bus fare,
I'm not old enough for her,
I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen
You got me waiting in a queue,
For
to meet her there,
I can't afford the bus fare,
I'm not old enough for her,
I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen
You got me waiting in a queue,
For
tell me
Which queue to stand in
To get these hours of my life back
I'm catching more flies with honey
I don't think this job is easy money
All this
on the stage, doing my job
I learn to do it well, keep on singing the song
But sometimes it gets, so lonely out there
When you're on the road and you're going
If this is public transportation
What are you doing here?
Royalty and people like thee
Should queue up in the rear
My patience has worn thin
WorkQueuePay
Texte d'Henri d'Armancourt
Pay to drive, pay to park
You got to pay to play and pay to stop
Pay to go, pay to stay
Pay pay pay till
culture
Most nights were good, some were bad
Between school and a shifting future
It was most of all we had)
Those in charge are getting crazier
Job
head breaks through the wall
Take the coke on workdays
To get the job done and stay awake
Earn your pay for the drugs
To work work queue work and queue
there,
I cannot afford the bus fare,
I'm not old enough for her,
I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen
I think she wants to get with me,
But she's got a job
the sidewalk
Disappearing into the booze shop
Rainbow queues stand down by the news stand, waiting for the late
Show
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall
you found out it wouldn't be easy to make a living on your own
You looked around to find a job
But all you got was a chance to swap
Your lifetime, milk
I dreamed I was painter
And had some job to do
I packed my brush and buckets
Drove to the next client in queue
I climbed upon my ladder
And fixed
dead I said!
All queue up and gravel for a hit
Someone pulls the reins then you chew at the bit
Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means
around in circles heading no where
Worked all our lives ain't got nothing to show
Two kids no job and no where to go
Well I swear blind but she can't see
Monday morning you've got to sign on Down the dole the queue is long Just like zombies you wait your turn The more you declare the less you get
BUT
choices T.W.ism. Queues hear my voices
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit
need to put you through
Fuck now back in the queue
Hello Hello Call Center Meltdown
Hello Hello I'm having a breakdown
Hello Hello I'm losing it
Hello
can say goodbye to Major and that madman Hesseltine
There'll be no more dole queues there'll be jobs for everyone
We're right behind you Tony now your
a week, earned money for month
Got all my jobs done
My eyelids were sick of it
Gist was I could sleep for a day?
But bad bills have no respect for
Well the story begins on the Isle of Dogs
In a time of world recession
There's a queue a mile long for every job
Young hopes deep in depression
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