Kyle Duke and The Brown Bag Boys - Cyst

A job's a job and off and on keeps it from getting sad
It takes a lot to talk to god but maybe it's not bad
In trying hard to keep your chin up, you let yourself back down
Went too far and forced to give up, don your thorny crown
I'm done
Work's fun
I'm done
Work's fun
You'd rise above a hopeless love if it wasn't for a cyst
But next week might not be so bleak, ignore a bleeding wrist
She wasn't worth it anyway because she didn't like your bed
Open up your Saturdays to reminiscing with the dead
I'm done
Work's fun
I'm done
Work's fun
I'm done
Work's fun
I'm done
Work's fun
I'm done
Work's fun
I'm done
Work's fun

Written by:
Kyle Duke

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