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long days, just a twenty cents an hour raise data entry, while i'm staring at the walls i say, there really is no other way to make a million bucks at all i'll pawn my stereo, then drive to southern mexico and sell my kidney for a lousy grand like a lobotomy, i'll even try the lottery but nothing seems to go the way i planned so let's go on vacation to a place that's far away let's go my job is slowly driving me insane now some daze, i just sit here thinking what a waste and i've never felt like this before no space, and it's only feeding my disgrace i don't think i can take it anymore once there was a time, when i was too naive to mind cause i would listen to my boss and play along but top raman, mac & cheese, is not enough to carry me i need to find another second job i hear the voices, can it be a psycho analystic dream this situations so bizzare i have no clue on who you are i need release from all my pain it's so much fun to be insane i need to take it out on you when there's nothing i can do, to finally ease my mind From Letras Mania