Mi6 - The Postman Always Shoots Twice Lyrics
long days, just a twenty cents an hour raisedata entry, while i'm staring at the wallsi say, there really is no other wayto make a million bucks at alli'll pawn my stereo, then drive to southern mexicoand sell my kidney for a lousy grandlike a lobotomy, i'll even try the lotterybut nothing seems to go the way i plannedso let's goon vacation to a place that's far awaylet's gomy job is slowly driving me insanenow some daze, i just sit here thinking what a wasteand i've never felt like this beforeno space, and it's only feeding my disgracei don't think i can take it anymoreonce there was a time, when i was too naive to mindcause i would listen to my boss and play alongbut top raman, mac & cheese, is not enough to carry mei need to find another second jobi hear the voices, can it bea psycho analystic dreamthis situations so bizzarei have no clue on who you arei need release from all my painit's so much fun to be insanei need to take it out on youwhen there's nothing i can do, to finally ease my mind
