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peter bibby - work for arseholes lyrics

you wake up at 8am
i’ve been up since 3pm don’t know exactly where i am
oh wait a minute i’m in my room
i haven’t slept or left this place in days it feels like a tomb
i guess i better strap on my shoes
and get outside beneath the sun and do what normal people do
but i can’t work for +rs+holes
and i can’t bludge the dole
i’d rather be broke and hungry than get my money acting funny for some evil greedy +rs+holes

but people do it every day
it’s been happening for centuries i guess they know no other way
i wonder what went wrong in my head
i like to think that it’s something right because the times i tried i wished for death
and a pretty girl once said hey man
don’t be sad about a thing you know that i’m your biggest fan?

and i’m glad you never work for +rs+holes
getting out of bed at 5am to dig a bunch of stupid holes
i’m glad you stay up all night long writing all of your sh+tty songs
about all the greedy +rs+holes
sometimes i think that i should change
i’m kinda lazy kinda hazy makes me crazy
think i’m going the wrong way
sleeping through the day
i don’t care what the girls say
i’m never gonna play another song again
they’re just too f+cking plain and simple
like a teenager with pimples like a faithful person praying
oh what am i even saying?
i really need to get some sleep
i tried the methods but they never work
i’m done with counting i think i go and race some sheep
or maybe burn some sleepy incense
but the smokes too thick
it makes me gag
its really too intense
i guess i’ll drink my housemates wine
i’ll drink the bottle dry before the sun comes up to shine
and i still will not have slept a wink
it’s lucky that i don’t have to think
about getting out of bed and making it to work by some inhumane deadline
just try my best not to sink

i drank the house dry
for the thousandth time on the sly that could be the reason why
i never get to work for +rs+holes

- peter bibby lyrics

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