Album: Music @ 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
in 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 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
Everythng 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
My music at work
My music at work