Don’t take me on
You can’t help me, no
I know this time
It’s gonna be layoffs not days off
I play the role
Don’t pull my finger
Cracking bad jokes from April to November
You’ve got to be mean
You don’t have to be clever
Automatic animals play around with numbers
I’ve got the skills I don’t have no charms
I’d like to stay but you’re tripping me up
I don’t make mistakes, no I’ve done nothing wrong
They say “don’t worry son, we’ll let you know”
In the morning when I run from you
You’re sitting by the windowpane
In the evening when I run to you
I cry:
“I’m looking for a decent job”
Make yourself at home
Oh God, you look so pale
Leave yourself alone
You don’t seem too happy
Talking on the phone (all the time)
It gets you down all day
Leave yourself alone
And let them fix it