JOBBO Songtext
von WSTR

Pray for the day
Pray for the day that I die
They called me late last night
Too bad my brain was fried

Come Monday morning
Real lives are calling
Call one more fucking time and I swear I′ll set it off

I don't know what I signed up for
But I know this isn′t it
So tell me, baby what you lying for
'Cos you're giving me the ick

I could go on and on
But what the fuck for?
The glass shoe doesn′t fit
It makes me itch
It makes me sick
(Yeah)


Go get a job
Suit up and wear a tie
I′m alright
They want me at my best
My best is fucking high
(Yeah yeah)

Come Monday morning
Real lives are calling
Call one more fucking time and I swear I'll set it off
(Don′t test me)

I don't know what I signed up for
But I know this isn′t it
So tell me, baby what you lying for
'Cos you′re giving me the ick

I could go on and on
But what the fuck for?
The glass shoe doesn't fit
It makes me itch
It makes me sick
(Yeah)

Fuck a job, fuck a cop
Give 'em everything you got
Fuck the man, Fuck a opp
Don′t be something that you′re not


Fuck Monday morning
Real life is boring

I don't know what I signed up for
But I know this isn′t it
So tell me, baby what you lying for
'Cos you′re giving me the ick

I could go on and on
But what the fuck for?
The glass shoe doesn't fit
It makes me itch
It makes me itch
(Yeah)

Come Monday morning
Real lives are calling
It makes me itch
(Yeah)

Fuck Monday morning
Real life is boring
It makes me itch
It makes me sick