My Music At Work

Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone And the dummies might be right You feel like a jerk My music at work My music at work Avoid trends and cliches Don't try to be up to date And when the sunlight hits the olive-oil Don't hesitate The night's so long it hurts My music at work In a symbol too far Or the anatomy of a stain To determine where you are In a sink full of Ganges I'd remain No matter what you heard My music at work My music at work My music at work I call it, "Olga Waits The Cloud That Entertains The Dim Possibility Of Showing Some Restraint" The rain came down berserk My music at work My music at work On a star beyond the chart Or the dark side of a drop of rain Determining where you are In a sink full of Ganges I'd remain No matter what you heard My music at work My music at work My music at work La la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la la la Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone And the dummies might be right Outside the darkness lurks My music at work My music at work Hey, fallen hummingbird My music at work From the middle of the earth My music at work Bound for bed without dessert My music at work It's my music at work My music at work