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 gauges 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 crowd 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 gauges I remain

No matter what you heard, my music at work

My music at work, my music at work

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

They call hummingbird, my music at work

The middle of the Earth, my music at work

Compliment without dessert, my music at work

My music at work, my music at work