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Just one of those days
I knew somehow it was going to be one of those days
For lastnight I had slept in many ways
I couldn't get that song out of my head
I twist and turned and fell out of bed
I couldn't find my other white sock
All of a sudden from the door came a knock
" Would you like to be saved" as he told
Three o'clock in the morning, this shit getting old
I couldn't find my hat or my keys
I tripped over my shoes and landed on my knees
The dog shit on the floor again
Slipping on it to the microwave hitting my shin
I went to start my car as the time pass
Gosh darnit I need to get some gas
Arriving at work to the shit hitting the fan
A blown motor, grabbing tools in my hand
I kneeled down to do my work, bumping my head
At this point wishing I was dead
Following orders as they instruct
Thinking to my self I'm ready to destruct
Soon I was done with my task
Knowing peace it wouldn't last
From over the p.a. I get a page
Another break down I'm in rage
I get dressed into my chemical suit
I hate these things, their hot to boot
Takes you forever to get into this bitch
It never fails, that's when your balls seem to itch
I have decided for the best
I'm calling off tomorrow for lack of intrest
For the shitty day I've had
It's not worth the time getting mad
I am tired , and done with this day
To earn my living my honest pay
I got back to sleep in my bed
Just to lay back and bump my head
For lastnight I had slept in many ways
I couldn't get that song out of my head
I twist and turned and fell out of bed
I couldn't find my other white sock
All of a sudden from the door came a knock
" Would you like to be saved" as he told
Three o'clock in the morning, this shit getting old
I couldn't find my hat or my keys
I tripped over my shoes and landed on my knees
The dog shit on the floor again
Slipping on it to the microwave hitting my shin
I went to start my car as the time pass
Gosh darnit I need to get some gas
Arriving at work to the shit hitting the fan
A blown motor, grabbing tools in my hand
I kneeled down to do my work, bumping my head
At this point wishing I was dead
Following orders as they instruct
Thinking to my self I'm ready to destruct
Soon I was done with my task
Knowing peace it wouldn't last
From over the p.a. I get a page
Another break down I'm in rage
I get dressed into my chemical suit
I hate these things, their hot to boot
Takes you forever to get into this bitch
It never fails, that's when your balls seem to itch
I have decided for the best
I'm calling off tomorrow for lack of intrest
For the shitty day I've had
It's not worth the time getting mad
I am tired , and done with this day
To earn my living my honest pay
I got back to sleep in my bed
Just to lay back and bump my head
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