Broadcaster

Vacation Days
Coffee and toothpaste mix in my mouth It always lingers around And I can't eat breakfast before twelve o'clock Or my nervous stomach aches Socks on my feet and a tie around my neck And a car that's out of gas I clock in late and sit around and wait For the minutes to pass And we all add up our sick time again And just sit around and wait, sit around and wait For the next vacation day Records and t-shirts don't ever sell So they just sit on the shelf And I set three alarms just to get out of bed So I always look a wreck Songs in my head that I just can't get out And the beers don't seem to help I can't keep jobs for more than a month Cause I'm bored with everyone And we all add up our sick time From Letras Mania