Call Center Blues Songtext

I took the lift -

tried to face up to another days work.



All the paper we throw away,

just to get through the day.



There's a man on the phone, and he's ready to blow;

so I put him on hold, as it buys me a little time

everyone knows that he's not gonna go away.


And the girl on the chair, said that nothing is fair;

but she wants to get payed

for the job she doesn't do.

Everyone said they don't pay enough anyway.



Cups of water

and a photo-copier

take me up to lunch.



Stare at my screen;

and I fall into a dream

say I won't be here for long.



All the paper we throw away,

just to keep ourselves sane.



There's a man on the phone, and he's ready to blow;

so I put him on hold, as it buys me a little time

everyone knows that he's not gonna go away.



And the girl on the chair, said that nothing is fair;

but she wants to get payed

for the job she doesn't do.

Everyone said they don't pay enough anyway.