I’ve had my fair share of jobs
To be honest with you they were all shite
I didn’t enjoy any of them at all
Especially the ones I had to do at night
Who the fuck invented night shifts?
That’s what I want to know
It’s bad enough being trapped in the house
In the morning, when it’s snow
I’ve been stuck at work far too often
It’s murder polis let me tell you
When your dayshift ‘Buddy’ doesn’t appear
It’s not the cold that turns the air blue
You are not allowed to leave
As anything could happen in your absence
So you have to sit and watch the clock
And try not to think of drinking absinthe
Eventually someone turns up
To relieve you of your work duty
But if you have no-one to go home to
You can’t look forward to some booty
So you get trapped in a cycle
Of living like a nocturnal creature
Thankfully with all the crap I read at night
I can soon get a job as a conspiracy teacher
Cheers!
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