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Living the dream with our trees and nips I'm a number taking tokes in the break room The old drunk working the forklift stares at my **** While telling me babies love to be reminded of the womb The vapid **** walks aimlessly, sipping her light and sweet While the manager bites his tongue since she promised him head So all of what's left is an extra treat For the suckers who end up wishing they were dead No ladders, no safety, no worry Climb these unstable pallets and don't be sour Because there's no greater glory Than dying for $11.75 an hour "But It's been 30 days without an accident" said Lisa And because we kept our mouths shut, we're all getting pizza
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
Trees & Nips
Living the dream with our trees and nips I'm a number taking tokes in the break room The old drunk working the forklift stares at my **** While telling me babies love to be reminded of the womb The vapid **** walks aimlessly, sipping her light and sweet While the manager bites his tongue since she promised him head So all of what's left is an extra treat For the suckers who end up wishing they were dead No ladders, no safety, no worry Climb these unstable pallets and don't be sour Because there's no greater glory Than dying for $11.75 an hour "But It's been 30 days without an accident" said Lisa And because we kept our mouths shut, we're all getting pizza
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
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