Job You Hated
ska punk, upstroke guitars, horns · female vocal · fast · 3:00
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Verse
The coffee tastes like battery acid
The fluorescent lights are driving me mad
The boss is yelling, loud and tragic
The worst Monday that I've ever had
I'm staring at the ticking clock
Waiting for the final knock
Chorus
Pick up your things and hit the street
Dancing to a brand new beat
No more memos, no more lies
I see the sunlight in my eyes
Pick up your things and hit the street!
Verse
I cleared my desk and emptied the drawer
I won't be walking through that door
The printer jammed and the phone won't ring
I'm ready for whatever life may bring
One last glance at the cubicle wall
I'm standing proud and standing tall
Chorus
Pick up your things and hit the street
Dancing to a brand new beat
No more memos, no more lies
I see the sunlight in my eyes
Pick up your things and hit the street!
Bridge
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!
The horns are loud, the rhythm is tight
I'm walking out into the light
Skanking away from the 9 to 5
It's good to be finally alive!
Chorus
Pick up your things and hit the street
Dancing to a brand new beat
No more memos, no more lies
I see the sunlight in my eyes
Pick up your things and hit the street!
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