It’s a dead-end job, and you get tired of sittin’, It’s like a nicotine habit, You’re always thinkin’ of quittin’
And I think about quittin’ everyday of the week, ... When I look out my window, it’s brown and it’s bleak
Rick
And I think about quittin’ everyday of the week, ... When I look out my window, it’s brown and it’s bleak
Rick