Well if you’re calling to say Happy New Years. Fuck yourself. Because the odds are that I’m drunk and I’m alone.
Wake up every morning to put on my shirt. and put on my tie. drink my coffee before I work
Wonder what the point of being alive. If I spend my life wanting to die because I’m stuck at a dead end job
What happened to the American dream. I swear I used to have one but I forgot what it means. when I’m distracted by debt collectors at the door
but i’m killing myself over these coffee and cigarette breaks I’m dying out here in the american workplace I make enough for some gas, a beer, and some cigarettes here guess I’ll sleep it off wake up in the morning get ready for workTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
