The Postman Always Shoots Twice — текст песни (mi6)

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