Average Guy (7-11Man)

I work at the 7-11,

that's how I get all my pay.

Sometimes I work all the night,

sometimes I work all the day.

I sell junk to all of my friends,

I sell almost everything.

Pizza pies and chicken pies,

even eraseable pens.

I'm just an average guy,

every day I risk my life.

Please don't kill me tonight,

there's only a twenty in the register, alright?

Strange things happen to me every day,

my boss says you just learn to say:

all I do is wait and wait and pray:

"will I make it through another hectic day?"

Every hour I super sceme my life,

my parents wondering if I was raised up right.

I got three cameras to film the bloody sight

of people who may just murder me tonight.

My work also has it's benefits,

I get to watch people fit all that they can fit

into their coats and pockets with hand

because no one is afraid of the 7-11 man.

Cokes, jelly beans, and bagels so right,

eating packs of chewing gum all through the night.

Six more hours the sun will rise

and I'm just a working man who wants to survive.