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Waitin' for the bus to come and take me To clean the smokestacks at the factory Where in fact I'm currently employed. Fantasizing a fantasy And devising the latest scheme To get out this working class void. I can't stand it. Meaningless, not hard. Mr. Stiffneck, what a creep. Makin' the secretary weep. He's on the job 9 days a week And he doesn't know the meaning of rest or sleep. His pitiful wife stops by in the afternoon To chew out the unfortunate soul who Manages to incite her rage at the fact that She never gets laid. I can't stand it... How's about I win the prize A hundred thousand should suffice I'll walk out the door and not think twice Songtexte'Cause I can't figure the difference from death or life. This two bit town is hardly worth It's weight in the landfill we call earth Behind the time beyond belief Before I go, let me say good grief I can't stand it... Like Noah's ark in the trailer paark, I'm gonna get me a double wide Fit it with a floatation device That's over priced and over sized At the next big heavy rain Jump around, jump around go insane. I'm gonna dance up a hurricane And laugh while the city goes down the drain... Aus Songtexte Mania