Oh I know my job's just working in a store I've got an L on my forehead and a stupid uniform It's 7/11, it's twenty-four seven I'm the night shift guru, made to serve you How do you do
And I'm watching myself performing on tv And it's an 8 by 5, 7/11 screen And I'm punching in potato chips And sugared water and cigarettes and dream magazines
Flourescent ceiling light, well it's alright in the day But it lights the nighttime like a freak show parade Grandmothers and lovers, kid brothers bus drivers and whores But they're looking for more, they're looking for more
And I'm watching myself performing on tv And it's an 8 by 5, 7/11 screen And I'm punching in potato chips And sugared water and cigarettes and dream magazines Presidents and condiments and cheese Squeeze 'em hard and what you get is grease And I'm punching in anti-freeze and condoms and processed cheese And me here to pleaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
