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Over and over and over and over Again and again and again and again An endless array of tat for us to pick Scratching and itching and watching and bending over My body hurts all over but I must keep on working To meet all my quotas or I may face the sack Bedding and power tools, tablets and football shirts Perfume and Blu-Ray discs, jewelry and dehumidifiers I am desperate for the toilet But if I go, I'll miss my targets All I can do is pee in a bottle They treat us like animals here There's nothing left of me By the time I shuffle homeward On the early morning train To eat a little breakfast and sleep a while Before it starts again Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh A young lad trying to make some cash in the Christmas rush Fell asleep on his feet and was asked not to return Letras de canciones A lady in her mid-to-late-50s keeled over And started convulsing and frothing at the mouth A gentleman who spoke little English Started to scream at the top of his lungs No one could understand what he was getting at Everyone stared ahead and kept working until Someone came from on high to escort him from the building PlayStations, Xboxes, Nintendo Wiis Microwaves, toasters, espresso machines Trolleys and snooker cues, Hoovers and paint Trainers and tarot cards, dashcams and wall art Lego and shaving foam, [?] and retractable extension [?] I've been given compulsory overtime over the holidays Now I can't go to see my family in Galashiels 'til the new year There's nothing left of me By the time I shuffle homeward On the early morning train To eat a little breakfast and sleep a while Before it starts again There's more, there has to be More to life than killing yourself to survive One day, I'm going to run my own cafe Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh From Letras Mania