Fifth Ransom - One More

Hello Mr Rodgers
How you doing
How you been today
Sorry I missed the appointment
That I had but no complaints
But today I didn't call cuz this shit
Close to murder tray
Think it's time to conversate
I hate people
I really do
I hate my fucking job
With a passion
Can tell you all day long
I daydream about killing my boss
Fuck em
But it all just seems to fade away When I leave the bank
For one drank just one more drank Yea yea
As I sit my thoughts remote on how
The man the pays my debts could die
Eatin artichokes or maybe slip some
Peanuts in his sandwich when he
Starts to stroke the epipen won't
Work in time and slowly watch his
Lungs emplode
Ha just a joke
But the sayin goes as one can dream Or find a ray of hope
The people that temp me on a daily Basis say its time to go
Watched the boss sign the note  
Co worker done jumped the car that's Broke
Note checks into some bread
That barley pays half the rent
What i call half of the gas expense
Then half of the gas expense
Go to the neighbor haa for a killer
Scent that's what ransom get when he
Go to the store to grab a fifth yea
I hate people
I really do
I hate my fucking job
With a passion
Can tell you all day long
I daydream about killing my boss
Fuck em
But it all just seems to fade away when I leave the bank
For one drank just one more drank Yea yea

Written by:
Ryan Addison

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