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Clean up in aisle seven Barryʼs spilt his guts out again Heʼs all over the cereal And people are starting to complain Well he might not never of wanted this life And we took him off frozen goods for a while "Maybe the monotony is here to stay" he thought In every dead end job in every dead end town Eskimo Steve who led the frozen team When he saw Barry his heart it sunk I remember just last week in the corner there He collapsed in a heap of happy potato faces We all just thought the cold was getting to him Because it does "Maybe the monotony is here to stay" he thought In every dead end job in every dead end town "Maybe the monotony is here to stay" he thought In every dead end job in every dead end town I swipe a bit of meat and I donʼt care what you think I never wash my hands at work thats why they always stink I really myself Ireally hate this job Letras de cancionesI really hate this coffee I really hate my boss I float in fog yeah, I float in fog yeah, I float in fog yeah I just go round and round til I look at the light on the ceilin' Iʼm dead I left your fag ash in aisle four behind the uncut bread "Maybe the monotony is here to stay" he thought In every dead end job in every dead end town "Maybe the monotony is here to stay" he thought In every dead end job in every dead end town From Letras Mania