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Four benches long One hexagon Punching the clock Naming the songs Two torches, light One drunk juggling blind Writ of right Compromise You induce shame My ugly little game You induce shame My fake pain I work for a living I love crunching numbers My cubicle, It's like a San Diego summer I drive to and from Can't wait for lunch or for my pension You want some social stock I want attention Up, up, and out Silver surfing pink clouds and stars and poems Actually blown Letras de cancionesActually jamming square pegs in round holes, come on You're laid out on all fours The words won't come out, come out, go Shut up, shut up, shut up, sow Duh dut duh dut du doh You induce shame My ugly little game I work for a living I love crunching numbers My cubicle, It's like a San Diego summer I drive to and from Can't wait for lunch or for my pension You want some social stock I want attention You're too loud, just shut up You smell like a junkie No one will touch you Cause you're fucking disgusting This is me responding This is me hungry-vulture-crushing This is me, I call it how I see it, I repeat it, when I see it wrong I'm stuck with it I work for a living I love crunching numbers My cubicle, It's like a San Diego summer I drive to and from Can't wait for lunch or for my pension You want some social stock I want attention I wasn't always like this I wasn't born angry I played soccer I loved the sea I was given everything Everything for free But all I think about is me From Letras Mania