I am getting so sick,
Sick and tired of the day to day.
The same motions,
Zombie potions keeping you awake.
The reports are stocked,
The chairs locked in the upright position.
In a sea of fake smiles,
Judging Trials--always graceful disposition.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Well good morning to you,
how ya doin' on this nice, sunny day?
Are you ready now,
to sit and **** and ***** your life away?
Well my boss's boss,
he will toss and turn late in to the night
And it's a wonder how,
I see it now through my father's eyes.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
I am getting so sick,
Sick and tired of the day to day.
The same motions,
Zombie potions keeping you awake.
The reports are stocked,
The chairs locked in the upright position.
In a sea of fake smiles,
Judging Trials--always graceful disposition.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Well good morning to you,
how ya doin' on this nice, sunny day?
Are you ready now,
to sit and **** and ***** your life away?
Well my boss's boss,
he will toss and turn late in to the night
And it's a wonder how,
I see it now through my father's eyes.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
This is a song performed by Captain Mayo & The Phonos.
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