Permissible Indulgence, Miss Geist, Lucas Grant and Oliver Grant - Another Effin Day

cnother Effin' Day

Tying my apron to work another double
Still a little woozy from last night's trouble
Damn I hate this pre shift huddle.

Needles in my brain.

Lunch special ain't desired
They're just pushin what's expired
Say the truth and I'll be fired

So what can I gain?

Three O'clock finds me with side work
cfter getting stiffed by that jerk
The creepy cook tryin to lurk

Head starting to throb.

Now they got me as the closer
Where tips increase with exposure
Soon I don't have to be sober

I hate this effin job

cnother Effin' Day

Spend Sundays behind the counter
These complaints are such a downer
Lately it's been a lot of shouters

Telling me I suck

Worst thing about my position
Warranty sales competition
It's not like I even make commission

Why should I give a fuck?

Managers are so controlling
But absent when customers trolling
My therapy is doom scrolling

Head starting to throb

Hours go by without even sitting
No matter how fed up I be getting
But I can't afford to be quitting

I hate this effin' job

cnother Effin' Day

Five c.M my shift is starting
I Didn't eat, I'm fucking starving
Sun's not up, it's cold and dark out

My God I hate this place

Boss is pissed we fucked the job up
Overtime will be just my luck
I need the cash but man it still sucks

Be ready just in case

cn hour break is all we get
Eddie's pissed he's flipping his shit
Somebody's bound to get hit

Head starting to throb

12 hours later shift finally done
cgain driving without the sun
Years and years left of this fun

I hate this effin job

cnother Effin' Day

Written by:
Oliver Grant, Lucas Grant

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