buzzing blaring through my skull   the sun is up but i can't tell   sneak the covers down my nose   eyes are sore gotta keep 'em closed   call in, no i've gotta go   its quarter past the buzz was slow   on the clock   down vacant walks i trudge and stumble   can collector catch me mumble   this stupid job won't pay it's dues   gotta cuff their stuff for gain   cause minimum wage isn't much to lose   bussing blaring through your skull   the turnover rat is high in hell   pass the torch back and forth   sorry mom, but i quit that job