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Clean up in aisle seven
Barry's spilled his guts out again
He's all over the cereal
And people are starting to complain
Well, he might not never have wanted this life
And we took him off frozen goods for a while
Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought
In every dead end job, in every dead-end town
Eskimo Steve, who led the frozen team
When he saw Barry, his heart, it sunk
I remember just last week in the corner there
He collapsed in a heap of happy potato faces
We all just thought the cold was getting to him
Because it does
Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought
In every dead end job, in every dead end town
Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought
In every dead end job, in every dead end town
I swap the bits of meat, and I don't care what you think
I never wash my hands at work, that's why they always stink
I really hate myself
I really hate this job
I really hate this coffee
I really hate my boss
I float in fog, yeah, I float in fog, yeah, I float in fog, yeah
I just go round, and round, until I look at the large light on the ceilin'
I'm dead, I left your fagging all four behind the uncut bread
Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought
In every dead end job, in every dead end town
Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought
In every dead end job, in every dead end town
Writer(s): Victoria Maries
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