9 to 5 At The Morgue.
Within the pale white walls,
From 9 to 5
Day after day
I feel no more alive,
Than the stiff that lies the table before me.
Wake up too early to twist the key.
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee.
Pour myself a warm black existence.
We
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