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First time in dress shoes, and you slip New guy puts his thumb in the petri dish Son you did some sloppy science Now the samples can’t be trusted You’ve set this lab back years You’ve halted the march of progress Hard to choose a career, when you’re bad at everything Pay shit rates, get shit labor I should’ve started a chemical fire Kid you soiled the sample A decade of collected data Fuck you at $12.50 an hour I should’ve started a chemical fire I should’ve burned this place to the ground First time in dress shoes and you slip New guy puts his thumb in the petri dish Stained lab coat with weed pin New guy dragged off of the premises Hard to choose a career when you’re bad at everything Aus Songtexte Mania