Текст песни: Sicko - On The Clock
This place is always hiring a brand new bunch of morons
It must be rather tiring, squeezing blood from doorknobs
This is your life and you`re going nowhere
and it`s your fault you`re here, it`s not our place to care
I don`t get paid enough for this, the stress might break my back
Working with idiots will give you a heart attack
`cause this is your life and you`re going nowhere
they don`t pay me enough to pretend that I care
And all we do is sit around and talk
And dream about the day we`re gonna walk
Smile, you`re on the clock
Here comes Jim the supervisor, everyone look busy
don`t forget to smile at him, he thinks it`s a conspiracy
`cause this is his life and he`s going nowhere
they don`t pay him to think, they don`t pay him to care
And all we do is sit around and talk
And dream about the day we`re gonna walk
Smile, you`re on the clock
Resent the upper management, they treat us like children
If it weren`t for the free doughnuts,
we`d probably have to kill them
`cause this is our life and we`re going nowhere
they don`t pay me enough to pretend that I care
And all we do is sit around and talk
And dream about the day we`re gonna walk
And laugh about all the clowns we mock
Smile, you`re on the clock
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This place is always hiring a brand new bunch of morons
It must be rather tiring, squeezing blood from doorknobs
This is your life and you`re going nowhere
and it`s your fault you`re here, it`s not our place to care
I don`t get paid enough for this, the stress might break my back
Working with idiots will give you a heart attack
`cause this is your life and you`re going nowhere
they don`t pay me enough to pretend that I care
And all we do is sit around and talk
And dream about the day we`re gonna walk
Smile, you`re on the clock
Here comes Jim the supervisor, everyone look busy
don`t forget to smile at him, he thinks it`s a conspiracy
`cause this is his life and he`s going nowhere
they don`t pay him to think, they don`t pay him to care
And all we do is sit around and talk
And dream about the day we`re gonna walk
Smile, you`re on the clock
Resent the upper management, they treat us like children
If it weren`t for the free doughnuts,
we`d probably have to kill them
`cause this is our life and we`re going nowhere
they don`t pay me enough to pretend that I care
And all we do is sit around and talk
And dream about the day we`re gonna walk
And laugh about all the clowns we mock
Smile, you`re on the clock
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