Night Shift Guru

Oh I know my job's just working in a store

I've got an L on my forehead and a stupid uniform

It's 7/11, it's twenty-four seven

I'm the night shift guru, made to serve you

How do you do

And I'm watching myself performing on tv

And it's an 8 by 5, 7/11 screen

And I'm punching in potato chips

And sugared water and cigarettes and dream magazines

Flourescent ceiling light, well it's alright in the day

But it lights the nighttime like a freak show parade

Grandmothers and lovers, kid brothers bus drivers and whores

But they're looking for more, they're looking for more

And I'm watching myself performing on tv

And it's an 8 by 5, 7/11 screen

And I'm punching in potato chips

And sugared water and cigarettes and dream magazines

Presidents and condiments and cheese

Squeeze 'em hard and what you get is grease

And I'm punching in anti-freeze and condoms and processed cheese

And me here to please