It's 7 am
I miss my bed
I'm stacking dishes
On my head
The Monkey smiles
And shines my shoe
He hates this place
Just like I do
Bussing tables
Stacking stuff
The screaming kids
I've had enough
The floors are covered
In broken glass
Work for now
Forget the past
Workin full time
In the Devil's Kitchen
Think to myself
"Why aren't I ditchin?"
But I'm stuck here
With my convict friends
Workin' for the man
Until the end
But who's that now
That calls to me?
Why none but
Mephistopheles
Who now can tell
From his corner of hell
There's a life to live
In a lifeless shell
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
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It's 7 am
I miss my bed
I'm stacking dishes
On my head
The Monkey smiles
And shines my shoe
He hates this place
Just like I do
Bussing tables
Stacking stuff
The screaming kids
I've had enough
The floors are covered
In broken glass
Work for now
Forget the past
Workin full time
In the Devil's Kitchen
Think to myself
"Why aren't I ditchin?"
But I'm stuck here
With my convict friends
Workin' for the man
Until the end
But who's that now
That calls to me?
Why none but
Mephistopheles
Who now can tell
From his corner of hell
There's a life to live
In a lifeless shell
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
I miss my bed
I'm stacking dishes
On my head
The Monkey smiles
And shines my shoe
He hates this place
Just like I do
Bussing tables
Stacking stuff
The screaming kids
I've had enough
The floors are covered
In broken glass
Work for now
Forget the past
Workin full time
In the Devil's Kitchen
Think to myself
"Why aren't I ditchin?"
But I'm stuck here
With my convict friends
Workin' for the man
Until the end
But who's that now
That calls to me?
Why none but
Mephistopheles
Who now can tell
From his corner of hell
There's a life to live
In a lifeless shell
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
Workin' for the Man
All bloody day
Workin' too hard
For what I get paid
Stuck at work
With my apron on
Countin' the seconds
'Til I'm gone
Writer: Casey Peterson, Mike Benson
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