He Postman Always Shoots Twice

Long days, just a twenty cents an hour raise

Data entry, while I'm staring at the walls

I say, there really is no other way

To make a million bucks at all

I'll pawn my stereo, then drive to southern mexico

And sell my kidney for a lousy grand

Like a lobotomy, I'll even try the lottery

But nothing seems to go the way i planned

So let's go

On vacation to a place that's far away

Let's go

My job is slowly driving me insane

Now some daze, I just sit here thinking what a waste

And I've never felt like this before

No space, and it's only feeding my disgrace

I don't think I can take it anymore

Once there was a time, when I was too naive to mind

Cause I would listen to my boss and play along

But top raman, mac & cheese, is not enough to carry me

I need to find another second job

I hear the voices, can it be

A psycho analystic dream

This situations so bizzare

I have no clue on who you are

I need release from all my pain

It's so much fun to be insane

I need to take it out on you

When there's nothing I can do, to finally ease my mind