I'm a Thief, I'm a Weirdo...

I hate my job
I hate my job
I hate my...

Six in the evening here I am
(Turning blue)
I'm staying late working late again
Bourbon can't clear my mind from this
Voice in my head
I hate my job
'Cause it makes me
Think about the smile that I'm faking

I hate my
I hate my
I hate my
I hate my job
I hate my job

Yeah, that's the scene that I am in
Lying
At odds with every bland image
How many assignments can this
Fool ask me to do?
I never cared
There is no end
Only misery and uninterest

I hate my
I hate my
I hate my
I hate my
I hate my
I hate my
I hate my job

I don't care
I don't care